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...