Looking very deep in the mirror of dreams
There is the old mighty figure in black
That again stares at me with fire in the eyes
Paralyzed I am in silence so deep
Dark empty cave with ceaseless drops
Waiting my judgment static I freeze
In the mirror of dreams on the open field I run
Thousands of horses gallop against me
Fearless I invoke forces from beyond
They give me strength to execute my fate
Now I become the blackest horse
Galloping uphill stepping strong on the falling rocks
With the vigor of the beasts and impartial tranquility
Conquering the mountain to witness the sunrise
Feeling the wind in my mane blowing so sweet
I do what I think, I’m complete in myself
Looking very deep in the mirror of dreams
There is the old mighty figure in black
That again stares at me with fire in the eyes
Paralyzed I am in silence so deep
Dark empty cave with ceaseless drops
Waiting my judgment static I freeze
The judge keeps wandering in the cave of infinite drops
Life and death that relay the time and space
There I’ll come back with powerful lantern
To look for my inverted friend and then I can ask
To point my mistakes and the correct advice
