Hero of the thousands faces, arrived, preached
Was defeated and stoned, but not beaten
Because he never faced pistis and sofía, the first meronvingio

In a tiny village, from the mediterranean basin
The incarnation happened once again
In the middle of a century with fear of losing faith!
He grew up in a pagan
And hellenic soul
Waking up already
Being a boy
To the great questions
And for that reason he left home

Seeking (for) the great answers
Through the red sea and asia I was
Wild, dreamy, rare, thirsty
For mystical adventures for the soul

He gave a religion of illumination, gnosis
Peregrination towards ourselves
And talk with (the) spirit beyond any practice
Of truth and love
The apocalypse he left hand footpaths
Rejecting the fourth way to the light
I showed love in pure state
(The) force that holds the universe

The way, the truth, life, tearing the veil of isis to see the inner chris
T from one to another incarnation because to die is just the beginning