The webs of past are thick to hack,
And maze of life is cold and dark,
There are no torches on its walls …
You wander by without goals.
Ancestors’ bones all lie below …
You’ll end like them, of this you know.
What is the meaning of your road?
You are destined to die and rot.
The slime on walls became your food –
It is edible, but no good,
The veil of darkness is your cloak,
And heart resembles walls of rock.
The pits on floor possess no threat –
To fall in them you will be glad,
And with this maze you’ve formed band …
But you’re still standing where you stand.
The walls of past are thick to hack,
But you will have to make a brack
And to destroy them once for all …
For this is only worthy goal.
My words may help you on this path …
I am not first, I am not last,
For your new life I am the lawyer,
But some still see me as destroyer.
And when it’s cold, and when it’s dark,
I may become short-living spark …
From time to time, when need is dire,
I shall become a Purifier.
I’ll burn to dust those foul webs,
I’ll kill all spiders with sword’s stabs,
I shall become a distant light
Who guides to exit, shining bright.
And when the maze is left behind,
Screw up your eyes to not be blind,
For rising sun you’ll see on fore …
And from this time I’ll be no more.