Memories of the Extinct
Again.
Feel the death of ages inside me
as the weight of an overwhelming heritage.
Father, look through me
as I inmerse my hands into your ashes.
Am I cursed or am I blessed?
Where and when lies the source of all my fears?
My eyes roll white and I look back
´till the day I will face the megaloceros.
Again
I am nothing
but the last step
on the transformations
of the self
The blacksmith forges a new shackle
in the ongoing chain
I will transcend as long
as I carry the memories of the extinct
I will trascend
Alchemy of the spirit.
Dark matter flows
to the primal ocean
where we were not but one.
As i was before my birth
I will be after my death
the hammer will sound
until the lineage is extinct.