Paroles de Illusions of burial

Illusions of burial Life is like dome of Many colored glass. Rising above shining and flashing Until death does not chopping It's turned into remains those, what before Was supreme creation of god Didn't touched the only one What is intractable to alteration in time Does not turning to ashes And completely belongs to creator Our soul, it's like a mirror Mirror the lighted photo of soul The souls are moving as mirrors Along the burning conveyor of life Going away into immortality To raise new dome And repeat all circles again The illusion of burial Loosed the irrevocable your mind Can't understand more, Recalling about past You're transferring into present With still large sufferings about future. Wiping all sides and destroying the obstacles Standing out of you charge of energy Called life Is great and capable Turned into dust If death on its path ...