Dance Of Skeptics

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?