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
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