




I WILL SHINE IN THE COLOUR OF THE GOLD
I WILL FLOW IN THE COLD MARBLE'S VEINS
I WILL BE CONCEALED BEHIND OLD GATES
I WILL BE THE GLARE IN THE DUSTY MIRROR
I WILL BE THE SUBTLE LIGHT THAT SHOWS,
WITHOUT REVEALING
I WILL WAIT, HIDDEN IN THE MYSTERIOUS NIGHT
I WILL PLEASE YOU, WITH THE UNEXPECTED
I WILL BE THE BLAZING WISH, BURNING LIKE FIRE
AND YOU, YOU WILL CALL ME
JUDA




