When the fear and the dread
find a feeding ground,
someone's running scared into dust,
that will blind his eyes
like he's dearly bound
to a rude and selfish lust

A black swirl quickly pulling down
to a deep and caliginous cold,
where the gasp of breathing regard is drowned
No compare what is stone, what is gold

Without look to the left
and a look to the right
Just a straight way into the kill
with a heart that is stoned
by an inhuman might
and that beats to the pound of the thrill

There's a lion in the sun
and a small flute to calm him down
and the thorn that threats his paw
is removed without frown

And the stormclouds yield the skies
due to whispers in the dark
like some candles melt the ice
with a calm and soulfull spark

At the end of the hunt
when it all clarifies
it appears, it was all done in vain
All the pressures and needs
of the story were lies
there is no glory, there is just pain

There's no doubt after all
that the beast was a lamb
like a sword without craving to hit
On a wave of a fear
casted fury they swam
while themselves they were shitting a brick

Just to dare what truth demands
turns a jem out of a rock
opens borders between lands,
that are furiously locked

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