Unequalled and unvowed
We'll be safe on our own
We are now passing from
The latent to the obvious state
Someone must fall
So that others may rise
Someone must be reborn
So that others may die
Distance is growing more and more
As if we are floating in formal
And dying at a slower pace
It's a long and winding path
But trying to escape the animal bites
Would make us prey
Unequalled and never
We'll return to our departed selves
We must bow before the storm
To the inevitable
Or make our Prayers
All was threatening to fall down
Disappearing into folds
Invisible to the naked eye
Better never come to blows
But sow the seed and let it grow
Until you get the upper hand
Blacker than the blackest black
The burning source of life
Is in the depths, not in the sky
Better answer the call
That comes out of the mud
And hope to get
The upper hand