When rising up the wall the water tries to pass unto the other side It's almost like a child who saw how long resplendent sun denies the existence of night and found the reason why reluctant moon forever hates the day.
Beyond the river of the spirit who's living in the wood The answer's kept within its mistery. For everyone who might arrive at mirror's end the other day and wants to feel the pride to be the almighty of nothingness.
At the waters' gate a wild fire started to burn the universe And to forgive the old meanings of the agony as long as the virtual waves afford the emptiness.
Fire and water will be brought together for the inexorable overthrow. The water tries to pass beyond the gate. The child looks up to the highest sky. The water is now on the other side of the wall The child has doneit by his own.