Awake i found the languages have changed in my sleep
The sequence of words is lost and so is my power to will

People talk strange but sill imitate their creator
Behaviour is predictable when you're attached to a prayer

Obey my ageless tongue 

I dare question my presence in this dimension 
With one intention
An ancient practice and an encounter 
The timelessness of magic shall bring back my willpower

The symbols are drawn 
The words are assembled 
At the crack of dawn
I shall have my answers 




Words Of Harfouchism