Head Over Worlds - Qantice

The air is gathering cells

There’s a force awakening a spell

Back up of the ancient being that

Was me

Streaming worlds along my way

Onslaught of memories gone astray

Over a land that is never ending

Synnaxis, the dimension

Where my will to shape

Can be read

Space I feel, in my vision

Whatever I conceive

Can be made

If I recoiled

If the frame sent me back

Should I still grope my way in the dark

If I recalled

If I knew what I lack

Would I forever reel on the track

Come to you, friends of the Haven

Rest by you, and I’m gone

If I recoiled

If the frame sent me back

Should I still grope my way in the dark

If I recalled

If I knew what I lack

Would I forever reel on the track