In lines of a writ I see my own value. Volition of deities is the thing I contest. The sacred flame is not what i am afraid of, The dharma of priests is the thing I detest.
My foretime is hidden By sands of a desert, The light of the white sun Has cindered the truth. The ether is crying, It casts bloody tears. Forever and ever The things became smooth.
Come to you senses [you fool!] You failed to understand, accept, comprehend! Your faith is given to strengthen, to protect. Never betray yourself, don't tempt fate.
Open your eyes, You can't believe blindly. Folks are so easy to Manipulate. The crowd is ready To trust charlatans Come to your senses Or it will be late.
My burden is heavy, My future is hidden. I've started to fight So I cannot withdraw. I'm higher than winds, I'm lower than waters. You people lack backbones That is your flaw.