Lay your head down to rock,
Here comes the man who came to denounce god!
Lest the troden snow melts, his feet are cold,
His cradle, barren mountain, whence he comes,
Left no footprints of weight of his soul.
He came, parched of sorrow, filled to brim
With a reason of to-morrow,
He came to tell, what he saw,
Not to preach, nor speak, nor squall,
He wissed a dark in our reason,
Seeing there's no need for a candlelight hereon,
Seeing that man hunts his shadow,
And therein grows.
Whereof this man of old heart?
Did he confined himself, in what he want?
Seeming foolish to take away what we know of,
Did he showed us, that we are: begining of all?
Or did he came to tell us what we've done?
He told, no he believed in a free world,
No...