I'm standing, standing, standing my ground.nnI pull off a bow that is tied.nTo a big box but I don't know what's inside.nThere's something rattling around, I decide.nWell can I open it, my wide eyes imply?nnThere are dimensions I must enter to see what I am made of.nThere are dimensions I must enter to see what I am made of.nThe sea, these things I see, blow through.nWhat's right, this thing I fight, is goodnnYou rearrange your mind, you rearrange your mindnYou rearrange your mind, you rearrange your mindnnI pull back a bow towards the crowds.nI cannot stop even if it is allowed.nI spell your name out in the sand are you proud?nThe arrow arches and it comes pouring downnnThere are dimensions I must enter to see what I am made of.nThere are dimensions I must enter to see what I am made of.nThe sea, these things I see, blow through.nWhat's right, this thing I fight, is goodnnYou rearrange your mind, you rearrange your mindnnIs there no way out of my mind?nI see beautiful and shimmering signs.nThe Celtic Knights are calling me from behind.