Canção Agalopada

There was a time that time won't forget
When the thunder was deafening to hear
The whole sky began to clear
In a crack of fire that appeared

The poet starts his prayer
Strumming on strings and laments
Writing his new commandments
On the edge of a crazed world

Riding on a galloping hammer
And traveling with wild thoughts
Riding on a galloping hammer
And traveling with wild thoughts

Seven boots stomped on the roof
Seven leagues devoured like this
Seven falls of lava and ivory
Seven cups of spilled blood
Seven knives with sharpened blades
Seven watchful eyes I closed
Seven times I knelt down

In the presence of a being of light
Like a blind man, I was so dazzled
Before the shine of the eyes I gazed

It may be that no one understands me
When I say that I'm a visionary
The Bible could be a dictionary
Everything could be a redo

But the mind might not heed me
If I want to return again
To the world of laws that bind me
To fight for the error of deception
I prefer a sovereign gallop
Than to surrender to the madness of the world