Tell me brother, can you see?
Yes, I can see.
And then tell me, what do you see?
I see the fire waves of a red flaming sea.

Tell me brother, do you wish?
Yes, I wish.
And then tell me, what do you wish?
I wish be blind, black dawns and gray eyes.

Tell me brother, are you afraid?
Yes, I am afraid.
And then tell me, what are you afraid of?
I'm afraid of the lady silver moon and of his pearly neonate son.

Tell me brother, do you feel?
Yes, I fiercely feel.
And then tell me, what do you feel?
I feel my black dense blood like tar and the smell of brimstone in my nostril when I kneel.

Tell me brother, do you die?
Yes, we all do it.
So then brother, Am I dying?
Yes, it is categorical, every breath is a second less, a moment left.
Brother, I tell you that die is living.