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