The horns on my head they are breaking and my jaws in the wind are just edging the end of my journey is near resurrection has come with no fear I'll resurrect I'll finally see the truth moving from the moon I see the mandala moving right before me Black Mandala Forever the night I went for the moon Forever the Night Black Mandala To paint its white lips the blood from my veins is on my fingertips Black Mandala Not looking for anything the key for eternity Black Mandala I have no sex no more religion no home and no master Black Mandala Black petals like a rug lotus flowers blossom and die in an instant legs crossed in prayer blood stops and the fire releases its steam in the room.