Insane and Lunas

Mortal man, stop
talking, thinking stop
you only know that you must
begin to show some trust

Here we are again
in the lost garden of life
here they dance again
but they are on their own

Hurricanes, blizzards
rain and snow white dressed wizards
I am here to show them the fire
the fire of their souls

Those souls are forgotten
in a realm completely different
they seek salvation through philosophy
through poetry they communicate
dazzling daisies dancing flames of fire

On this small wooden fireplace
I pronounce you secret keeper of life
Forge my sons and daughter
seed of a human race
flower and blossom in light and dark

You shall see what awaits
those Lords of pilgrims and pigs
The War is upon us
and the enlightened ones
shall be called as
Insane and lunas