A slave of life, drifting on a stormy weather
Waiting for the perfect moment
Bandaging open wounds
God is his savior
God is his collaborator  
Here he comes
Here he comes
To sway clouds in their descent

A moment of truth, for he's the true ruler
Victimizes himself because god rejected his pleas
Dramatizes his actions, god suffocates his sins
Skies streaming down
He screams and bows
Here he comes
Here he comes
To slay the demons in his head

A partial intuition, skinning his hypocrite mind
Spirits chased after him in the cold nights
Securing his dynasty, pretty nasty thing to do
Mountains are his guides, trees salute
Waters are the signs, he's the true absolute
Here he comes
Here he comes
To gray colorful worlds

A strong revelation, kissing his own foots
Spirits have lost him, inner disputes
Marshaling soldiers who died in wars and conflicts
Wells well dug by his servants
Bottomless holes craving for a fall
Here he comes
Here he comes
To ray light on dark humid corners

Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
This is where I lay
In my little corny crust
Lost.