Like illusions or prophecies   Snatch a part of my mind   Gathered till eternity   For a moment or centuries   shimmering motions on the being   Said to be the slavery sea      Is it a pleasure to foresee?   Or the poison of ecstasy?   In essential harmony should it be   To gain the treasure of entity      Once again unfading dream   Creation of the good and bad   Crawling through a deep abyss   Mask of lies or babies cries   Carve confusion in the soul   Captured right before my eyes      The blackest moment of ancient era   Vanishing through sand of time   Adventure ends to a mystic path   Seems to be the touched prophecy