One day, I'll understand what the point is.

The Sky will open a closed.

The Lord will take my prism off my eye.

Glass glass, my life will break.

Then I'll hear the breath of eternity.

I'll learn the answers to all questions.

Ministers of heaven are great-celestial.

They'll take new things to the stacks, new me.

It'll happen someday.

At the time where the Earth wisdom is exhausted.

The stone is broken, a ribbon is broken.

There an elder Gray, will change his staff on the cane.

One day, the point will understand, finding me.

All secret will open the prescribed witness.

It's gonna happen, one day.

And wait no longer need to,

you need to Cook yourself…