Tessellation

Spectral moon please hold these tears I shed
Gaze your ancient madness into mine
Martyr evening sun please dry my sullen eyes
Rekindle the vision I seek to unleash

Laen Zeon
Laen Zeon

For the essence of reality
No belief do I hold
The spaces of nothing are sacred between myths

Standing in the wilderness
I care not for anything
May I dissolve into the ground
And become the leaves and moss