Inspired in the book ” The Revolution of Bel ”
From: Samael Aun Weor
By: Rico Malvaez
Tell me, why the bell tolls ?
Tell me, if the sky is mourning ?
I hear the cry in front of the mausoleum ,
That is damaged by weather and green is its image .
Running under the sky and on the field,
Where sow the letters of your knowledge ,
Son of the Sun , brother of Icarus ,
Where the bells that mourn your second life ? .
You went down to the bottom of yourself and you fell at the end:
No sleep, no laughter , no tears, no mourning,
Archaic Prince on wings of fire ,
Where have you hidden the book of your legend ? .
Son of the Sun December , has planted in me :
The magic of your resurrection and the penalty for your sad involution
Father of the Chimera , father of the mandrake night ,
Father of my sin.
Under a veil that bloodied people ,
Baptized the moon with your name ,
With you : fell gods and became
In hell , kings vassals and slaves in nothing.
Time not remember my dream by the fire ?
The flame still burning night after night ,
For you, for me, for eternity that hides
Your ancient legend , Prince Charming .