Born in sheep's blood plain and simple. Washed out of my mother's temple. All around I heard them laughing. As father sheep had stood there calving. .
He said show up wearing black or white. I looked at my clothes and it seemed. Ahhh, they were all black. They carried my clothes in coffins. You said yeah, put them in the closet.
Every soul comes to the sun. Carried on angel's wings to human bun birth. Born of love or born of hate. Each one is heaven sent to human fate. . Dream.