El Equilibrio (Parte I)

I'm on my way to my original state,
When the deer dances around the fire
And manages to cross the sky
An abducted soul tends to purify
By the cursed wind of a miserable rat.

When the core spat to the skies
Months of horrible species rained down
Plaguing the earth with smiling demons
Breeding false faces of innocent victims.

The balance begins to shed its light
When up on the mountain
A warrior dances through the nights.

The false victims cry to return to hell
I forget the hatred, I forget the mandrill
I lick my wounds and sleep for days.

I lie down in the center of the starting point
And look at my path, and look at the space,
Slowly the wind goes away, slowly the day goes away
I don't want to lose the instinct
That will guide me to recover
Our original state