Lyrics Reaching to the Skies - Astral Magic

We're reaching to the skies
Above all mundane lies
Our dream machine it flies
That which is useless dies
We're reaching to the skies
Above all mundane lies
Our dream machine it flies
That which is useless dies
Useless dies

The rolling of the dice
Is sometimes what decides
If we will get the prize
Or death in disguise
The rolling of the dice
Is sometimes what decides
If we will get the prize
Or death in disguise
In disguise