Sophia breaths for the first time… She sees, she feels - her creed, her belief
Heaven and hell married in her breast No one before her - No one after her No one carries her steps above the heavens Sophia falls…
A smile on her lips - She sees all clear for the first time in life Her pride, her care - Virtues forgotten in the age of the Feeble One I see the wings of her blind eagle flying high above the skies I see her deaf snake crawling in the deepest depth of the earth Sophia’s fall
Entangled in memories her chant remains unsung No ear is born to hear such kind of golden ambrosia The priest of Gomorrah blessed the sinner of a burning Sodom In the night when Sophia was damned by the same hand
Blood falls down She falls down She opens her arms - Her truth is burning deep inside her eyes She feels no fear - She’s blinded by the light of an age coming next to her
If you could only see the gate she’s opened in front of this pale night If you could only see Icarus for the first time flying high Bride of your fate, searching for flesh Someone holds the key, someone never rests The drape of finiteness caught the morrow’s end In front of naked Sophia even history finds its end
All the colours of transparency - could pure spirit be dressed in flesh? All the colours of emptiness - could pure spirit be less than mad? All the colours of transparency - could pure spirit be dressed in flesh? All the colours of emptiness - could pure spirit be less than mud?