Dance of Skeptics
Blazing Dog
Who does not cry in the storm
Run in darkness
I seek somewhere safe
Away from my madness
Without looking back
I will cross alone
The desert of the death
Where the dead cannot lie
I will cross alone
My path is not of grass
With plains and nice rivers
The sun is warming and
With a lot of stones to tumble on
I ride in silence
Through dark and gloomy fields
I was afraid to walk the march of impurities and lies
Rest is in the truth
My silence frightened me
I heard a loud call - Like raged thunder
My name echoed in the hills and the dead danced
Without rhythm, without sound
That was the dance of skeptics
And I will not dance
Would you die for me?
Would you die for you believing in rebirth?
