I abandon the mortal shell,
I've forgotten The Shape and Time,
Here I meet my inner self
Walking on the endless line.

Stranger in the Stream of dreams,
I'm so tiny, I'm so great,
Searching for the lonely beam
To unveil my real face.

Gifted sounds of my voice
To the herald of new days,
With the heavy drops of blood
Painted destiny of space.

There is nothing more to say.
Spirit's calling from within.
I allow to dancing waves
Modulate my other skin.