I listened to the sound of the rebirth and chaosTimid essence of an ancestral egoI had the visions of an enchanted worldMucked up by the vile actions of men.I abandoned the oasis of fragility in the desert of my confusion.I listened to the sound of the rebirth and chaosTimid essence of an ancestral egoI had the visions of an enchanted worldMucked up by the vile actions of menâ¦But delighted by the whisperings of sinIf spirits shook hearts and mindsThen souls would rise to splendid capricious and prismatic beingsNo longer in the shade of pain trees.In the not-light of few angels and fairies in ecstasyThat bewitch suffering and turn it into blinding, gratifying night.I listened to the sound of the rebirth and chaosTimid essence of an ancestral egoI had the visions of an enchanted worldMucked up by the vile actions of men.