Beyond to the door Of the mind of the fresh One might find more Than the fire for flesh Fostered and locked in To be grateful and pure But is it a sin To look for more? Let the sage decay To nourish your ken When all the blind lay Epiphany rise again Let the sage decay To nourish your ken When all the blind lay Epiphany rise again It is the truth of azure That pulls your strings Towards world nether To scorch ingenuity The voice that whispers In dreams of the fresh One might hear Epiphany trampling again Let the sage decay To nourish your ken When all the blind lay Epiphany rise again Let the sage decay To nourish your ken When all the blind lay Epiphany rise again