staring into the depth of heaven, along the cliff of expectation my soul grows weaker, the shadowy voyager is lurking he knows and waits.
wandering among the shadows of the past, dragged by a mystical force which enlighten me, i used to keep on hearing but now i understand, i used to keep on seeing but now i perceive.
the chill of winter’s darkness sits quietly, time stands still, God’s creation slowly rises.
the end of days is at hand, i’m standing here and looking at the sky, awaiting the announcing of the imminent fulfillment of the mystery of God.
oh Lord of the sacred gate, please give me shelter from the storm, i was lost but now i’m free.