Drag down from tears and rage
sparckles of thin irracional bounds
and claws of iron
Spirit, holiness
Your soul slips withdraw
while your mind begs you
one moment of surrender

"Don´t you weep, child"
Great, big mother giving you
some kinda plate, and than you
realize that your acceptance
is huge and dry
But it´s there all the time
even when you don´t miss it
or force yourself to believe

Great circle of majesty and beauty
purple sparks and black wood-made
saddles, besides and covering the home
of an ancient dark goddess
"oh! please don´t stare Her"
she´d make you promise and
sweat your sins outta yer closet
that tiny and hidden one
where there’ll always be soft
and shiny pieces of silk
Though, you forgot then until
the time you touched it and chilled.