Instrumental

These fears are forcing me to take my last breath.
When the sundown comes to reach my ending day,
my nightmares are intruding my sleep again.
Knowing that my soul is longing for redemption.
After years of struggling,
A divine touch erased all the fears.
Now healing the bleeding,
Harmony fills the void.
Peace in my heart.
The restoring process starting to ignite.
The once distant hope...a mirage no more.

See a tattered being in the mirror.
Once so whole, inviolable.
Marveling why it appears.
Her fragile essence shattered
Into pieces in that revolting moment.
His fears now prevail her petty life.
Suffocated wails demanding to be unleashed.
The sovereign unites all the pieces back in place.
Someday she will see herself complete again.
Burst splinters of the reflection
Sparkling wondrous light.
So the one bears serenity.

Behold they are taking place in these landscapes.
Prepare yourselves and let the spirit
Guide you on your path to eternity.
This one is coming from the earth,
With two horns like those of a lamb
But fearsome voice like the dragon´s.

Ones and zeros, realities are faltering.
Reckless hands hold the scientific facts.
A cold and lifeless state infiltrates.
A leap into the unknown, the curiosity is strong.
Estranged from all human encounter.
In hell we are indeed alone.
Alternate horizons, clinical imperfection.
Erased of thoughts, a divine source.
Vanity grows in insane proportions.

In these times of grace forgotten,
It´s hard to know the voice of silence.
False prophets are out to convince that
There is no need to be redeemed.
I refuse to be a part of this sickening system.
I will hold myself close to Him through these days.
Closer. Glimpses of our dreams are waiting to be fulfilled.