Your magic is mine
Now you are mine
And we are one
The only one
By the power of the ritual, we got all your magic
By the power of the ritual, we got all of you
I have all
All of your life
All the power from the sky
Look at you
You are inert
You are a dead sphere from the sky
Tara himself
Placed your power
To my hand, to be used for myself
All that power
Greatest power
Power of a thousand volcanoes
See the Usur�
All in ruins
Eight heavens merged in one
Ancient spirits
Many presences
Back to freedom from the underworld
Ancient spheres of dead stone
You will roll and roll all this old lands
Until get covered by the sands
The dense sands of the oblivion!
You will see those spheres
Stacked in the sands of oblivion
As the only symbol of remembrance
Of the great magic of those spheres
Sands of oblivion
Sands of oblivion
The ancient spheres now are just inert symbols, lost in time, time that nobody knows, Sur�yum has a mysterious calm, at least for a while
