Under the Rain

May the lilies of my pond don't wither
 And my past be destroyed by a gale
 May the sun burn all the roots inside me
 And my core become a Stone
 I refuse all chances of ascension
 Obey is not a way of life
 All the pages were erased by my hand
 I'm falling from grace
 Under the rain
 I'll drain my veins
 Under the rain
 All sins are redeemed
 Under the rain
 Growing from the ground
 Under the rain
 I saw my own face.
 May The Mother taint my road in red
 And reveal in the mirror the truth
 May the blue clothes be burned in the fire of past
 No hurt is in vain
 I saw in the darkness my reflection,
 Through the gates they scream to me
 Hear the call is not about perception
 But reaching the light