(part three)
Wandering on this dusty road
Strong breeze brushes you long black hair
Alone in your own obscurity
Ignoring uniqueness and disparity
Suddenly, a strange phenomenon appears
You hear voices, you see lights
Like fireflies floating in a sluggish race
Breaking for the hills with much grace.
Then a gentle hand is revealed
Showing a wedding on a different field
In Its unknown preoccupation
Prevents you to pass its way;
Drawing your sword as your rage ignites
Cutting the hand in millions of pieces
Confused, hoping that your anger will lead
To a cave, saving you from all greed.
Go to a slumber, my friend
Coz your conscience is about to fade
A dying candle in your own violent storm
Will you allow me, help you to transform?
Let me take you to my comfortable dream
Instead, you squirm and refuse
Unexpectedly, throwing yourself to resist
To alienate yourself into a dismal abyss.
Into the black hole, you fall instantly
Stretching you hand to defy gravity
Without warning, with much amazement
Southern hawks seize both your arms
Only to take you to a jungle full of beasts
On a prowl below and taking control
Bears, wolves and vultures with one goal
To conquer, to devour your failing soul.
