I wake up in a forest with dry trees
Everythings so pale that i see hazy shapes
Its like to recover the vision after a collapse
And hear the sounds like a faraway echo
So, translucent shadows start to appear
Theyre around me, surrounding me
The melancholic sound of the cries and weeps
Are becoming clearer and deafening
Its my funeral...
After endless days, i got out of my grave
Looking for a direction to my new life
I steped down in dark valleys, i walked by lanes
And faced the excess in all of its shapes
Crossing over montains i reached the plains
There were others like me, going to the same direction
The rain falls cleaning our bodies
And we walk with our feet on the water
Im not dead. its not the end
Im looking for my way in the after-life
In the lake made with the residue of our existence
I saw my last incarnation reflected on the water
I found the people who walked with me
Together were always serching for the ascension