REDEMPTION

( CYCLE : STIGMA OUR SOULS )

Is so tigh among the scales

Cold, gloomy, inacessible

When winget seed is pushed

By rain and by wind

Own shelter will find

And slowly can take root

In spring will georgeous bloom

This smell, charm will admire

Above scales flying birds

Until birds one couple

Build nest there next it

About this wonderful place

Will sing of birds very nice

 

In a dry  desert , murdeous

Cold nights and dune shadow

Smal cavity will protect

Until white, royal lily

Grows there unexpectedly

It’s roots after primeval garden

Where lived angelic beings

 

Only hearts of some people

Are so petrified, so bare

That even if feed them love

Will not blossom of life

Only tunder from skies divine

A sudden lighting will open

Draining in veins the blood

Can give tortment, suffering

Redemption life-giving

 

Only tunder from skies divine

Only shock of divine sword

Only grace of divine whip

Search fearlessly for this

Be prepare for this