The Sorcerer Above the Clouds
As my soul and body broke their chains
My childish wonderment has returned
I travel in the endless seas of creativity

My eyesight cuts through the fabric of the world
To reveal the invisible dance within
A multitude of entities and potentialities

And I rage, because the sights I witness
Do not reflect the order of the world
Taught by the sages and kept by the sentinels
Which I've been told is built upon them

I sing then the song of Heresy
It cuts through earth and skies in blasphemy
All those who know but dare not speak
Have gathered on my court

And each of them has brought a stone
For me to build a tower up so high
To study the Arts and write a new decree
To reveal the true Order to the world
Sheltered and guarded by my faithful ones, I did
Furiously I worked, to majestic spiritual heights
Who waited of my guidance to wage revolt
And great victories they had, bringing down false towers

As mine grew larger and larger
Until the eyes burned from the Sun
Of anyone who tried to look at the top

And my voice came down frail and blurry
Translated to the people by the elders
Who did not want to recognize the subtle shifts in tone
And the dire warnings that turned to bloody curses

Curse to you all men who seek for kings and sages!
You will raise them to sky to turn them into relics
To convince yourself there's someone
Who won't ever fail you

Your order will never be eternal
But only eternally Everchanging
Ι smite your crumbled thrones
And spit at your baseless pride