I'd been looking For the power traces Which were lost for centuries On paper doctrines And painful ways
Seven doors I had penetrated In a fifth dimension When a wizard showed me The flower secret
In the middle of a dream In between the red of fire I see the wizard crying For the light sphere he desires
I see a world full of hate The victory of darkness Mens had been lost In pleasures which himself created Blood tears are spiled By humanities cause I see a world that rebuild The harmony of it's nature Bodies plant in a new flesh Which will begin the transition To a new sun New flesh New sun...
