Trybe sanctum

Day turns to night,
On the other side.
Hey, I burn better when I'm dry.
On the other side,
Day turns to night.
One last drink from the river
Tell me friend,
When will I see you again?
Oh, what a beautiful time.
Oh, peace has come again
When will it end?
I ask my friend today
Disconnect.
Cut the strings.
Feed the lies.
The flame has burnt out.