The Bell and the Solar Gust - Mar De Grises

…And so the bell-maker flew high

Modeling wind and light

Tolling, he kept every soul inside

Once inside a time

Toll, toll, resound, echoes too far

Wind is independent of time

It carries the truth in form of sound

Vibrating to the eardrum of the sun

Burn, burn, ablaze, flares too fast

Sun becomes wind at last

Wind becomes truth in action

And tolls the bells of deception

Untimely bell vibration

Fooled soul direction

Time intoxication!

Fooled by the gust of purification!