Unconsciousness

With the angel of the afterlife on my back

I devoted my all to the darkness of the last winter And levitated, light and empty

A rope of purpose tied me up

To guide me when I yearn for the starry night

For the gold of my ancestors, For the footsteps of eternity.

Spirits,

Don't let me leave the tomb just yet;

Take me back to my sleep of consciousness, And bury my fragments

Along with the gold and glory.

- Lailanite