this is Dao, inside each one of us,
we flow on the white wings
of the forsaken mearas
free now, from it's eternal bindings!

we live our life, in doubt, ignorant beings
on the edge of christianity we dwell
in our hearts, mixed feelings
and a lustmord desire for heretic hell!

we lunge for damnation,
in this ocean of ridiculous kindness
the train does not stop at this station...
of blindness!

we forge, from our clouded minds
demons of red colors and stripes!
creating a realm below, fire mountains
made in past times by our titans!

fearing now,
our own books of insanity
not wanting to know
the foundations of our cristianity!

it's a pity, we cry for our long lost world
afraid of it's own shadows,
phantoms, ghost's in the fog
clumsy hiding in black meadows!

the forest is full of runes unreadable now
and the monoliths invade our fields
we crumble and bow
under the power that even this day wields!

forget all of the teachings
past down to you from immortal times
listen to the wise man that preaches
water is the only word that with us rimes!
listen to the flowing power
and flow besides her naturally
the water is today, in this hour
the only one that grants us victory, mutually!