The holy garden

I'd been looking
For the power traces
Which were lost for centuries
On paper doctrines
And painful ways

Seven doors
I had penetrated
In a fifth dimension
When a wizard showed me
The flower secret

In the middle of a dream
In between the red of fire
I see the wizard crying
For the light sphere he desires

I see a world full of hate
The victory of darkness
Mens had been lost
In pleasures which himself created
Blood tears are spiled
By humanities cause
I see a world that rebuild
The harmony of it's nature
Bodies plant in a new flesh
Which will begin the transition
To a new sun
New flesh
New sun...