I shall have a silver ring,
Once you’re crowned,
By your inner rose;
One day can be such a century,
If you remain in the dark;
As well as one minute could be an eternity,
If you go blind towards the green light;
A damsel’s trust is gained,
By showing off white deeds,
Just like my flesh is cleansed,
By acknowledging my red tears;
In which I read such a Kore’s Gospel,
To protect the Chalice whereas,
Life itself is contained;
To be transformed into a Pontifex,
I first require to become a shadow,
Whereas Day &Night provide,
The truth,
Crawling,
Inside of us;
To seal the Maenads’ manuscript,
My body needs to be immersed,
In the yellow lake,
A well as my mouth must taste,
Some honey,
Which’s been kept,
In the cave,
For I’ll always bring the right scale,
To measure the shekels,
That have been such a treasure,
To acquire lemons,
So I’ll never die until building a Temple,
Whereas I’ll set a pink Ark,
In the cold statue’s heart.