Текст песни
Exo-Tormenta, comes the chariot
Made of furious clouds
Approaching the Sun
To eat it all
Eyes of thunder
Gazing at me
The reflection (a mirror)
Stained, not free
Pierce, through the mist of the mind
The spear of intent
Aiming what is behind
Of all doubts
Enter in trance
A parasite it is in a restless dream
Feeding on your thoughts and high ideals
Ride the chariot
Made of the highest air
The exploration of one's death
To expand life force within
In the immortality of the present
One becomes nothing, the reduction
Of the One into Wholeness
Beyond thought lies a state
Without time and space
Mighty and humble, the ones who become the charioteers
Pulling the stars across the sky
The Voyager, Ethereal