[ulala06]

i present, spirit journey formation anniversary

Deep within the womb of time,
a creature dost be born.
See the light you united with
the ache of tyranny.
Presses forth from within the womb of life
for three-quarter but nigh a year,
the creature dost be born.
The creature dost be formed.


And every year
raineth down
the celebratory tears.
A celebration of the years
from the immortal sky.
A year of years...


19 bells will chime
when the heavens open up
and drink from the silver cup.
The creature dost be born.
The creature dost be born.


And blow the magic horn...