Ancient religion pretend : the soul is immortal
It must sustain, a cycle of rebirth
Find the awake and rejoins the saints in the realm of the golden light
We harvest what we saw, and learn from suffering
What we have to know in a chain of event
Again and again life after life
We must pierce the mist, discover the meaning of all things
Ancient religion pretend : the soul is immortal
It must sustain, a cycle of rebirth
Find the awake and rejoins the saints
We harvest what we saw, and learn from suffering
What we have to know in a chain of event
Again and again life after life
We must pierce the mist, discover the meaning of all things
Human convictions pretend:
We are born at random, and become the fruit of the tree of experience