The World of Spirits
In the mist of the night gone
And the thick of the last dawn
Wondering about destiny and the sky
In the world of the spirit, I found the way to fly
To unlock the mystery of the blue dome and mine
Then feel content to rest the curious soul
Then in the mind all will be well
When life is filled with jewels of deeds
To be at its best and to forget the needs
That will take the pain of life, then joy will increase
The game of man is the choice of life to become
That makes us march on, until the end will come
The choice will never let man be released
Or let the game change or be far away at least
By destiny and fear of faith in what the soul with face
The sky without stands knows why we live to climb
Not by choice, not by will, we are destined by destiny and time
Until we rest and dwell in heaven
But for the breeds of the dark to sleep in hell ?
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