Sri John

The prophets sell their answers, but their books are full of dust,
The future’s in the whirlwind, in the hearts that dare to trust.
No walls can hold the fire, no chains can hold the sea,
The chaos is our mother, it’s the root of you and me.
Let it break, let it bend, let the world come to an end,
In the madness, you’ll ascend, love’s the only dividend.
Sacred chaos, take my hand, lead me through this burning
land,
Where the rivers turn to sand, PANViA will make a stand.
Sacred chaos, set me free, in the dark I’ll learn to see,
Every fall’s a victory, we’re the dream eternity.
I heard a voice in the thunder, it called me by my name,
It said the world’s a canvas, and chaos is the frame.
So dance through the destruction, sing through the despair,
The universe is laughing, and the truth is in the air.
Sacred chaos, take my hand, lead me through this burning
land,
Where the rivers turn to sand, PANViA will make a stand.
Sacred chaos, set me free, in the dark I’ll learn to see,
Every fall’s a victory, we’re the dream eternity.
Sacred chaos, don’t you cry, we’ll be born before we die,
In the stars, we’ll learn to fly, PANViA will never lie.
Quan van acabar d’enregistrar les pistes, l’estudi estava ple
d’una energia elèctrica, com si les parets mateixes vibressen
amb la força de les cançons. John es va deixar caure en una
cadira, exhaust però radiant.