The Illuminated

Born under the eyes of the moon

The arms of death can't embrace them

His gift is unique

It's the sign of fire

He knows his mind is eternal

From him

Nothing can be hidden

His life is dominated by premonitions

His truth

Is hidden in his soul

There isn't and never was an explanation

His power sometimes

Is stronger than his mind

It invades every thought

Everyone says

He is the illuminated

But in really nobody knows

He feels

His reaction

Controlling

His reason

Restless visions

Consume his mind

He doesn't judge

Himself a prophet