It’s the time, they are
sleeping.
Hold your breath, good
luck and courage!
A long, long time ago a
black cloud hid the stars.
You climbed up to the
top to ask the Sacred Tree:
“did they make a
mistake?”
“did they forget a
prayer?”
The blood you shed will
be there.
It’s the time, you are
a prophet.
Wild blackbirds,
fall into
nothingness...
Take the fire, don’t
look back and run.
Cross the river, they
are waking up.
Enjoying freedom, feel
how brave you are.
Not a single god can
stop you now.
Take the fire, don’t
look back and run.
Cross the river, they
are waking up.
Maybe one man, maybe
everyone.
There’s no chance of
winning the ultimate race.
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