Aion Suntelia
ATTILA CSIHAR, MORTEN BERGETON IVERSEN, CSIHAR ATTILA
Cast down between two worlds
Across the dark son of awareness
The body hologram born
From the dust of a dying star
Neverending now of infinite illusions
Free to tremble in fear and pain
Limited by misfortune
Flawed by design lost in a lost world
Gods in exile feed on the weak
And the wounded
Quarantined in the labyrinth of time
Set free from gravity's weight
Alchemical wedding
Of crystalline heavy light