Heaven Below - Septicflesh

A peacock rests alone in the vitreous valley

With an innocent pose like it does not know

On it’s feathere’s ventaglia thousands of eyes

Empty since the end of oracles

Clouds create a hollow pillow

For sleepy heads to rest

By denying to submit to the whims

Of their unstable paterns, I glide above them all

Heaven below

Light as a thought, dropping the weight of milleniums

How far can once reach

The answer depends on who this one is

How far can one extend

As far as his limits go…

Heaven below