Sleeping in the night of the sacred universe
As a lay, down under my softly blanket
In the morning I am a guilty prisoner
Of War in the darkness, lost by emptiness

Seeking refuge from multiple enemies
I’m afraid to speak, and I have no choice
Refused by the Lord His Highness
Developing into a colorless Brightness

Maybe it was a little bit too early
Saying my eyes to close gently
As the day passes onto the light
Seeing your smile as I write