The tale of those Who seek their house, As the messenger of smiling death. Remember of the past As the violet dragon flies. An empty city in my dream visions. Now close your eyes and feel the fear. A hungry nature's losing its freedom. A spiral leads us deadly deep. Stop! There is no passage!
Creeping down into your mind, you Have to wake up from your dream. Shadow whispers and its breath Burns out your endless dreams within. You last days lasts, some sheets of paper, A table, a chair and a door that closed. Step by step you're climbing the ladder But the walls are close...
Run, you, run away, As my heart beats hard. I don't know whose spirit screams inside, Unintentionnaly waking The spirit of creator of life With no end to arrive. I'll close the door where rain still falls, Where the last coyote is silently creeping. Put the red blanket over your head And the lense's transparency will break squeaking.