Celestial - Ashtar

At the end of every opening

Where no path is left to walk

As all weapons are forlorn

He speaks in tongues inside her mind

As above, the skies are grey

They step into the walls of night

Where saturnine flowers are in bloom

Dazing the sleepers eternally

Age flows without frequency

Running tides overthrowing paragons

In salacious senselessness

Promises of foreign lands

Where the hills are as blue as the sea

And the dying sun like blood