This body, even if it disappears, its will remains, To the future you, it'll surely reach. The repainted memories, Trembling and distorted, The entwinced threads, Embracing solitude, burning the unavoidable pain.
The butterfly lightly flapping its wings, Leaving a trajectory of light, crossing the horizon, The knights opposing God is surely advancing, not looking back, Even slipping through the eyes of the founder of time.
Asking to be saved, the prayers reaching the stars, The night anyone decided to protect something,
The repeated moments, Will soon change the world, The flow reversed, One butterfly, closed in a vortex of probabilities.
Repeating the faint flaps, Going beyond the strongly imprinted laws, The knights opposing God is surely finding, a path to the magic castle, The keys to the door, is in the dream of those hands.
The gap between eternity and infinity, The captured people, run away now, Break free, from the trap and loop by God's hands.
The butterfly lightly flapping its wings, Leaving a trajectory of light, crossing the horizon, The knights opposing God is surely confronting, looking up to fate, Even slipping through the eyes of the founder of time.