Cynic - The Lion's Roar

Burry the bells,
Between two mountains.
The big trees on the other side,
With illuminated leaves shout.
I can say anything.
You've been uprooted.
It's time to take another road.

I will
Kiss the mouth of reality's face.
I will
Annihilate my hiding place.
I will
Fade into the rising smoke.
I hear the lion's roar.

Animals are something invented by plants,
To move seeds around.
As extremely yang solution,
To a peculiar problem,
Witch they faced.
Now I must take their medicine.

I will
Sharpen the stone on the angel's tongue.
And wield
A blow to unreality's front.
Illusions
Folow out from this mortal wound,
As I wake to the sound of the lion's roar.

And your throat, You,
You sing to me your sercets.
A proclimation,
That everything, everything is workable.
No resistance.
A pathway to the heart.
In You I know,
How I am born.
I hear the lion's roar.