Metamorphosis by the Well of Truth - Anata

It’s the time of the day when I lay down to rest

To impressions of the day digest

But thoughts of my existence emerge

Who am I and why am I?

My consciousness can’t be purged

Until a soothing breeze is putting me to sleep

I fall through endless depths

My dreams awake, they’re taking over

Take me on a journey within

I see myself and I see my world

I meet people from my past

But can’t remember where they’re from

They stare at me with hollow eyes

Still disappointment therein lies

I see nations birth and death

One thousand human lives

Begin and end

I see new religions are born

And they fall into oblivio

I witness the births of worlds

And the old ones wither away

New universes are created in storms of fire

The old ones are crushed inside black holes

I see my old life fading away

And a new one is about to begin

I see water sprig

From the well of truth

People congregate

With will to eternal wisdom obtain

Those with false hearts

That taste the water change form

To trembling vile creatures with their insides out

The others are reborn as gods

At the very back of the swarming crowds

I see my tense face, I’m eager with fear

I desire to know but I fear the same fate

The one of others that I just beheld

When monsters with false hearts have expired

And the new gods are sent to conquer the world

As the last one I stand alone by the well

With fear I put out my hands

To finally taste the truth about me

With uncertainty I awake from my dream

What would have happened and who am I?

I seek but can not find the well of truth

And struggle therefore through my life

With fear and eagerness

To godhood or complete demise