I follow my heart and wreath
To find my lost riches
The road that told my heart
Was suited in the mist

In the venomous, ubiquitous mist
I am going to find my riches my equipoise

I am seeking this
Worldess quietness
My realization
My euphoria

This perilous way
Nothing can be saved
This authority will
Aim me at the death
Why I fallowed that [bad word] I will get perdition
I am still benight!

I was mesmerized
By the mist
Venomous, ubiquitous mist
This bout I feel [bad word] way

Mist is only a gost
That mesmerizes my soul
He is only that
Who prevents my mind
Now I know Influence
Of ompresent mist
Now my rage is dead
I am now ahead

My anger is decreasing
My madness is falling 
Tranquility is growing
Consciousness . . .

I'm still seeking this
Worldess beatitude
My perception
My euphoria

In the venomous, ubiquitous mist
I am going to find my riches my equipoise
In this malicious place, this alluring grace
I am waiting for my wealth and resplendence