Nothing is right or wrong this time All goes in circles all goes in rounds Serpents egg falls from the sky Over the valley over the sea Over the sea Into my mouth Can't close the line Can't open the square All goes in circles Circles round it goes Burn forty thieves Call storms on my fortress It's useless Unfold the time And you'll see my sons sins So close to mine Speaking the blindest light Weeping the purest sand Keeping the Jupiters light The blindest light of all So close to mine My sons sins will burn in flames Call forty storms Burn the thieves Speak the blind light Weep the purest sand