You've been losing yourself within these liquid silk skies
Where all those dead roads have lead you, when the wishing well run dry
And still you chase strange idols of a long-gone mislead youth
Stared deep in God's blank image, but couldn't find the whole truth
You'll die again to rise and then
You'll see it all depends on what you'll do
Hear all the brahmins sing in an endless refrain that soon you'll be born again
And far beyond the shadows of another world you'll see it all at a glance
Go break that faceless mirror and end to live in pain
While trotting down your way towards a cold and lonely death
Where their voices won't fade away, but keep on echoing through your aching head
And still you just won't listen, there ain't no use to tell
You had a thousand years to learn, but still can't face your true self
You'll die again to rise and then
You'll see it all depends on what you'll do
Hear all the brahmins sing in an endless refrain that soon you'll be born again
And far beyond the shadows of another world you'll see it all at a glance
Go break that faceless mirror and end to live in pain
Yes soon you'll live again
And be damned wear this like a stain
Yes soon you'll live it again
And you may finally breakthrough
Hear all the brahmins sing in an endless refrain that soon you'll be born again
And far beyond the shadows of another world you'll see it all at a glance
Go break that faceless mirror and end to live in pain
Within the distant mumbling of the priest recalls the voice of the wind
Saying: "yours is the holy land, you may claim it again!"