Aching pain pierces through my head.
My loneliness is the pay for the gift.
I was conferred by the gods
After my endless wandering among people.
I wandered through the worlds,
Looked at the faces and tried to understand and find
Any answers for the questions.
The chaos asks mere mortals.
Realization came to me in my prophetic dreams.
Breathers are self-destructive as they live in illusive worlds.
Creating ephemeral dales they are afraid of the doom.
They hide themselves in lots of empty dogmas and laws.
They eliminate this realm right here and right now.
They are stuck in the swamp of obscure ignorance
Between nowhere and never
Within the ice of ancestry mind.
The blizzard is coming,
It will bring the pain you deserve.
And I hear screaming through the howling of wind.
Aching pain pierces through my head.
My loneliness is the pay for the gift.
I was conferred by the gods.
Oh, Lords of time!
Your damnation has become my gift
To see the world in two colors
Watching the life fades
Sensing dark eternity of this dead silence
Far away from disgusting hypocrisy.