Through doorways of blood, from dimensions unknown Come hands holding gifts of flowers and stone Dualistic mirrors Self-reflecting It completes the circle, I glimpse at the code I learn from the hands holding flowers and stone They wore the sun as their burning halo Adorned in garments of the calm blue sky Beyond creation above destruction Until their arrival, I wondered alone My fate drawn by hands holding flowers and stone Dualistic mirrors Self-dissecting Repeat the cycle, rebuild the bone Reunite with the hands holding flowers and stone Flowers and blood Stone and flesh Flesh and blood Flesh and blood.