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a mystical ecstacy
encarved in the stone
where the king sit on his throne
and contemplate the undying gift
the vision of the supreme
faith upon the scriptures
he is one with the word
there are no tales to learn
or no ways to earn
it shall be forgotten
lost in the marks of the sand
after the wind has blown
silence has witnessed
the lord of unknown
bestowed a grace
til the breath takes no more
who has conquered death
shall remember that
what the mortals fear
and escape in despair
fathomed is the path
that are governed with thorns
but in the shadows of the trees
the poisonous snakes roll
withered in the tourch of the sun
frozen under the face of the moon
voices that are spelled in rhymes
enter the realm of light
and generate a vast sphere
that impose the holy writings
the wind that carries ancient names
remain silent in the heart
whenever he applies this secret
the shine absorbs the mind