No plague or nightmare
Will await you there.
It surrenders with its whole gates
Innocent laughter fills a starry night
Nay nay, today malheur is out of sight.
Fortunate faces face freedom for free
paying the price of the counterfeit me.
Climbing the hangs of a philosopher’s way
A heavy duty, first you must atone
A heavy duty, first you must atone
To finally gain the philosopher's stone
Only Your own ego you will have to betray.
After victory against all the lies
Reach a garden with drunk butterflies
And even all the mystic flies
Will have a pair of golden eyes.
Those who have seen and not been told
Only they know the story of the city of gold...
Y.G.
Y.G.
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