Astral travel

I talk in dead tongues

for noone to hear,

I scream in sacred fear

to the stars above.

My spirit flies

through the vast starry night,

the old serpent is preparing

the trap for me to fall.

No one is here,

no one is there,

it’s a ritual

of one young man.

I scream to the stars

in sacred fear,

I join

the deaths in their tombs.

The graves open

and let me pass

through deadly fields

where I have no come back.

And I walk

with head held high

with nothing to fear

away of my past,

my future is uncertain

I don’t know what I will become

I enter in the deepness of the jungle

of the lost dead souls.

There I see a light

waiting for me to arrive

wheter it’s God or Devil

is not for me to know

I stand in the eternal shadows

watching life above.

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