In an ordinary day.
When the silence of the street
is interrupted by my steps.
I find a lifeless body
laying on the ground.

Without a purpose and rest
it's exposed to light.
I carefully carry it on my back
and bring it to my shelter.
It will be useful.

Once I reach my room
I put it in my schrank.
I lit it up.
The person is on fire.
And I close the doors
while it burns.

Evil spirits, demons, Sathanas...
I'm pleading you...
Accept this offer...
Accept this body...
Grant me powers!

Fire stops singing.
Smoke dances around.
My eyes focus on
a slipper.
It floats like a little bird
who had its first flying
lesson. More I can't do...

Powers require concentration.
There's no strength
without mind.
The sleeping one
has found its purpose.