Adorn the black painted mountain
Suppressed of intensity
It was he who sculpted by tongue the allegory
Cast we, the prisoners of his intentions
Must we be so humble to not claim the sky?
Do upon to forsake our understanding
Shunned from the face of darkness
Never to realize how vivid of growth
We find our wishes granted
And promptly we seem to forget
Cursed to the sky, name in vain
Voice of a master deluded with chains
Only the fears of he shattered
With the soul beyond the sense to see the aesthetic
For he had left his desires a stray
We, never to realize how vivid his truth
