No Horizon - Magica

The sun grew dark just like a disc of sombre gold

The ocean boiled below

Rising crests of water burned with yellow glow

We’re spinning fast out of control

The lightning shows the door through these streaks of amber fire

Where we roam

We only feel like flies in the web of a spider king

We’re fallen leaves blown by the wind

No horizon line in sight

No sky to really matte, no

No horizon!

No horizon and no night;

We’re sailing down to see the land of no horizon

The storm abated, and the sea grew calm again

The heavens became clear

And this sun turned in a rosy color sphere

This strange and mystic promised land

Is opening ahead, and we don’t fully understand but

Out of control, the only thing we know

Is we are sailing upside down

In this weightless world inside a dream

Here we are, we wandered far from the known reality

A thousand miles below, under the snow