I wake up in a forest with dry trees
Everything’s so pale that i see hazy shapes
It’s like to recover the vision after a collapse
And hear the sounds like a faraway echo

So, translucent shadows start to appear
They’re around me, surrounding me
The melancholic sound of the cries and weeps
Are becoming clearer and deafening

It’s my funeral...

After endless days, i got out of my grave
Looking for a direction to my new life
I steped down in dark valleys, i walked by lanes
And faced the excess in all of its shapes

Crossing over montains i reached the plains
There were others like me, going to the same direction
The rain falls cleaning our bodies
And we walk with our feet on the water

I’m not dead. it’s not the end
I’m looking for my way in the after-life

In the lake made with the residue of our existence
I saw my last incarnation reflected on the water
I found the people who walked with me
Together we’re always serching for the ascension