On the Wings of Nefeli - Mechina

Tears the heavens

Bearing the weight of the sun

This hunter soars high

Above the shield of Apheon

Be baptized by the dust

Of what you once called home

Memories are easily lost

When they are buried in stone

How easy to see

That all humans would be

A tyrant or slave

In hopes to be free

Let the fires burn

To reach the highest heavens

Removing the imprint

Of both god and men

Taming the clouds

Dividing the storm

Bring your eyes down from the sky

To feast upon what’s left of your kind

Be baptized by the dust

Of what you once called home

Memories are easily lost

When they are buried in stone

How easy to see

That all humans would be

A tyrant or slave

In hopes to be free

The air of which you breathe

Is both man and machines

Make haste and retreat

On the Wings of Nefeli