The book is open, the hand is ready, The feather is going to write with golden ink: The trap in the sky is now open, the voice says: "Follow me up there, I'll show you the visions." I don't wanna go, I don't wanna follow you, I want to stay, Dreaming of your star name; I want to stay beside you, Even if I hate you, Like one hates Awaking after a restless night. The throne is surrounded by Twenty-Four Seven torches in front of a crystal sea;
Four living begins with thousand eyes. A lion, a bull, one man and an eagle. In the hand of the rainbow there's a parchment, Closed with seven seals and by the power of God; "Who will be able to open this book?" Only one can break them: the lamb of the Lord. I don't wanna stay, I wish to turn back, Down there, where I can see you, Hidden away; To spy you in the brightness Of your lonely nights, And expecting your awaking into another day.