Oh, Curioa

I sit at the edge of my world
Hands ripe with the mist of mystery
Upon my rocky mount
Where the sky is ebony glaze
And despair is miles away
Where far out in the distance
They call my name
Oh, Curioa
Oh, Curioa
Where the sun beams down
And illuminates shadows
Symbolic like crystalline
And the water
Trickles down my throne
Solid like liquid gold
Where my court is of angels
And demons hand in hand
As they sing my song
Oh, Curioa
Oh, Curioa
Where they rise in the east
And charge in the west
Spirits ablaze as their
Hearts are for tender
Where death kisses softly
In succulent splendor
Oh, Curioa
Oh, Curioa
Where I am reborn
In life, in death
A beaming extremity
They nurture my growth
Such a song for their king
In sublime reverie
Oh, Curioa
Oh, Curioa
Where the seas part
And the skies dissever
Worlds collide
On the edge of forever
I sit at the edge of my world
Singing...
Oh, Curioa
Oh, Curioa