Why and how did I get here
I ran until stopped feeling feet
I nearly choked, but I felt awe
I found myself in oak grove
Under the oak
Tried to invoke
Under the oak
I tried to invoke the rescue by gods
And I had a dream
A lot of screaming
And bloody white cloaks
Charcoal and chalk
Flock of the hawks
I will not be spared
The gods spoke to me
Sins won't be atone
Under the oak
Oak
I am not guilty before them
But I am guilty before myself