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The night sleeps again on sunset

A young man with an old soul

Waiting for the future

Crying in vain, crying inside

Under a silver moon

Protected by a pagan pentacle

With a twelve-rayed sun

Crying again, crying alone

Keeper of a forgotten poetry

Warrior in a hypocrisy world

Apprentice in arts of heaven

Crying for justice, crying for you

The last incarnation of Indigo

Comes to care this world

Maybe he can rest in peace later

In the duality

Direct from the bowels of earth

Comes to live once again

Between heaven and hell

And play with darkness and light

Men without loyalty

Malicious ones

And censorship swords

Menace of hunt and death

Nothing will be enough

In this mourn

Mystery of life exists

With tears

Gods warns to beings

In night the young man prepares

While poetry is written