Thru the consequences
I've known that the birds see everything
In the red sky so dense
As I wait in the floor of limitations
My delightful pain and grief
Eyes filled with mourning
Ashes burned prosperity
Erotic mysticism of a abstract thoughts.
Following the stair to the pendulum
That controls the equilibrium of myself
Feeling the call of the Chasm
I hope I'll never fall.
The windows are open
For a soul tired of search
My force is now unleashed
I claim for my throne's return
To search to wait, to feel
To blaspheme in the god's dream
As I go for my aspirations
The birds will sing with me...