The wisdom's flame reveal The shadow of a being wrapped in the silence of the soul In a far-away and stare in the metamorphosis That precede the matter and the moral Where the spiritual cold consume the remembrance of the Past and the nightfall winds blows strongs The time transcend the pain and the madness Lifting his existential cause to reason's center From the mountain where no-other man returns of uncertainty's dip Behold appear from among mist the Serpent that reveal in a deep to look A immense infernal valley to ecclesiastic's eyes While the quest for something "beautiful" the torment confort And burn the anguish... the times embed in despair On sick and ancient soul with the emptiness heritage And the illusion of a objective long time forgotten And the serpent disappear in the somber projection of a being Without hopes or pretensions There is nothing in your around just the absolute silence Without doubts, without emotions... just he