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