Hero of the thousands faces, arrived, preached Was defeated and stoned, but not beaten Because he never faced pistis and sofía, the first meronvingio In a tiny village, from the mediterranean basin The incarnation happened once again In the middle of a century with fear of losing faith! He grew up in a pagan And hellenic soul Waking up already Being a boy To the great questions And for that reason he left home Seeking (for) the great answers Through the red sea and asia I was Wild, dreamy, rare, thirsty For mystical adventures for the soul He gave a religion of illumination, gnosis Peregrination towards ourselves And talk with (the) spirit beyond any practice Of truth and love The apocalypse he left hand footpaths Rejecting the fourth way to the light I showed love in pure state (The) force that holds the universe The way, the truth, life, tearing the veil of isis to see the inner chris T from one to another incarnation because to die is just the beginning