Into the Sun - Vanden Plas

Walking — dreaming — flying

Over patterns of time

Searching — lying — burning

For a paper of ancient signs

Of the script from a stranger

Had a long tercentenial delay

The novels he wrote

Are a treasure

A meander down from the dark

Into the sun

We are falling from the silence

Into the sun

We are waiting for illumination

The deeper you come to the inside

Words built up a new universe

Imagine these rhymes

Are the key to a door

Each term is a pathway

Erased in the end without you

Walking — flying — searching

Inside of these lines

Dreaming — burning — lying

For a paper of signs

Into the sun

We are falling from the silence

Into the sun

We are waiting for illumination

A view to the source of the mission

We read is AcCult

To the fiction of dreams

The runes of a pagan deceit

Will guide you to mandala cages

On the spiral inside

Into the sun

We are falling from the silence

Into the sun

Where we all are leaving