Promised Land - IXION

You do not understand

A veil has been lifted

The fall of our beliefs

We need to know

Dead and exhausted land

So collapsed your promise

Only this light remains

Salvation through ages

There’s a kind of confession in our looks

Which our modesties

Have not craft enough to colour

A countenance

More in sorrow than in anger

Deception to have walk the wrong line

Let us change for better or the worse