I join my being,
to the winding rows,
that await their sentence.

Will I remain captured,
in these desolated plains,
to look upon my suffering,
with bitter eyes, crowned
with dark rings?

Will I be convicted
to a world of slaves,
chained by their own deeds?

These corridors, dressed in brume
and fear cry,
are dungeons, thrown into void.
You’re free to fall, into freedom.

I join my being,
to those who walked ,without knowing,
on the body of the eternal child.

I’ll have pity on memory,
and I’ll leave it alive,
because I’m as weak and earthly,
as any dead in here.

And we rose, from beneath the benches,
so stained by thousand of dry souls
and we listened to our sentence.

I was not forgiven and He sent me back,
to make a feast of pain
and to anoint myself with sins.

I joined my being,
to the eternal mortals
and I was born.