Dark are the ways But in the dark ways there is light In the dark and endless deep there is light For the blind men there is never light The path's colour is ever black, for the blind men There in the dark word there is light and fire Everything is way, words, darkness and light I enter in the darkness path I see the light, I have the light, solid, dark and hard As hard as the nails of the cross As solid as the lances That splintered the body of the fright Everything is way, words, darkness and light Winds for dark and flaming paths Winds that will conduct vehement beams Winds that blind men will neither see nor blow Winds that the weak won't see Winds that will spill only light and darkness