The natural cycle is complete
The long wait has gone
Surrounded by fear and pain
It begins your existence
False certainties
Make you no doubt
Like a rose-bush
You'll be prune
Like a clay
You shall be shaped
In purity
You'll see the destruction
Welcome child
Welcome to our world
Accept the gift of your race
Until something still left
From your dreams
Only memories will remain
In innocence
You'll see suffering