THE IMAGE NATION

We exist in the Image Nation
Praying to the lost foundation
Tears that spring from the fountain old
Trimmed and laced with rusted gold

Fire burns in ice once liquid
Death and birth we view not wicked
The Image Nation lost and found
Spiral twitching round and round

The solid sky gives Aether dance
Chains of thought connect romance
Love of sacred souls bond fast
The Image Nation's here to last

With death upon us getting near
We see the Constant that we fear
We pray and wonder if we're heard
We seek salvation through a word

In Imagination we'll find salvation
Again within The Image Nation