To Become Feathered

As the daylight reaches its end
Darkness veils the sins of this world
Hidden out of sight, like a burden too great to bear
The poison of hatred seated near the heart
Slowly lures into action
Not even the strongest concrete will keep the turmoil inside

Strangled by emotions buried under the serpent sun
Pilgrimage of spirit, a sacred balance
To become feathered

The rigid structure build around finally collapses
Substituting the faith of fear, with sweet melody of liberty

As the wheel of light once awaken
The restless wanderer departs from its shore

In a tidal wave of distortion
The shadow image of the self implanted to the core
Starts to change form into something vivid

From enshrinement, behind the web of lies
From concealement, into a tenebrous night
Without disguise, with open arms, entirely awake!
A disembodied existence controls no more

Strangled by emotions buried under the serpent sun
Pilgrimage of spirit, a sacred balance
To become feathered

Caged inside of its own presence
A tamed beast inside a beast
A profound awe still remains
Once conceded, forever granted

The shadow image of the self implanted to the core
Starts to change form into something vivid

As the wheel of light once awaken
The restless wanderer departs from its shore

Strangled by emotions buried under the serpent sun
Pilgrimage of spirit, a sacred balance
To become
Strangled by emotions buried under the serpent sun
Pilgrimage of spirit, a sacred balance
To become feathered
To become feathered