When the veil is lifted, when the veil is lifted,
The insides turn, the insides turn.
It is the same, but it is no more the same.
The cloak still hides,
and doesn’t see its exposed tail.
Sugar coats and honeyed tongues, the cloak awaits.
When the cloak is untied, all shall see,
The glint of light was from the wolf’s teeth.
When the fog lifts, the sun will shine,
Pure and light and never divide.
Truth needs no match to light.