Weapon - Cibelle

To each one, their own fight

Coz there is cause and there is a right

And if you have a march and if you have to die

You do it when it’s right and now it’s the right time

You’re body is a weapon with the peace in your thought

It’s the spirit, keep it clear in your mind and wipe out the fog

See it really is, silent moving in streams

Even if this body fades the spirit keeps on living in all

And time, and it changes on

These bones are nothing, are nothing, at all, at all

These bones are nothing, are nothing, at all, at all

The limits are imaginary, the boundaries are illusory

Mindfully expanding the circle, you get in

A dot contains the universe and a pulse that beats the truth

A silence of an eternity in content, contented in forever you

To each one, their own fight

Coz there is cause and there is a right

And if you have a march and if you have a life

You do it when it’s right and now it is the time

These bones are nothing, are nothing, at all, at all

These bones are nothing, are nothing, at all, at all

These bones are nothing, are nothing, at all, at all

These bones are nothing, are nothing, at all, at all

(You can kill this body but you can’t destroy a thought)

(You can kill this body but you can’t destroy my voice)

These bones are nothing, are nothing, at all, at all

These bones are nothing, are nothing, at all, at all

These bones are nothing, are nothing, at all, at all

These bones are nothing, are nothing, at all, at all