Deep was the night
And the devil came. When he came he brought his requirements and chose his own illusions. Poor kid. He is the most deluded of all. And the devil is gone. He took his sarcasm, as always losing his occasion to cheers himself again. And we fled to the sacred forest once more. We take our horn-handled knives, light the fire and go hunting. There the devil does not have his reign. From the depths of nature we built our hut. And there we begin our journey. True heroes again. And the spirit gave us awareness. And now we are alive. The wolves howl in the distance and we took care of each other until the end, and the creek makes its old gentle rumble and we can sleep over the clouds, the little stars and the wide holy universe.
