Blind Halley

I accept my blindfold
Waiting for the fatal blow
I repair myself
With the table to dimness

The stabbed hand shows
The trick with (which) the card sharper
Win at the dealer, lying
This is not the way
Oh my dear, the right one for the grace?
I stay here in the bottom
In the darkness showing the Acheron

I'm looking for the way
And I move my faith over my shade
While harps and lutes
Lacerate the flesh of the dead
This is the time of his comeback
The sovereign bird devours
And defecates down though the well

Of the passed away
Buried of bile and silver, far from grace
The rabbit will be the one
To take her down to the dark

The owl
Would like to ride

I'm not
Ready to reach the top
Where the sky is black with sorrow
Are little fuckin' dying clouds
Or between among the devils burning with the sound

The bottom hides love
Or we can die
Trying

But climbing
To the top
My lazy girl, It will be, the owl
To take us far away from ourselves

It is said there are other ways
Which could save my soul and face
Scraping from the bottom
The light can show you the way
Over the evening that marks
The fantastic walk beyond
The flying mountain of your eyes