I.
And the dark that follows
temples of flame on our path to glory
My river runs within - still and deep
creating new spins on ancient creed to fit your views
With only faith at stake
I dared to enter your ecstacy,
a burnt life behind your own back
born in the candle of Thorns
If only we could wake up soon and scream
to bring about the end of days, the end of pain not so far away
A moment of the purest kind
II.
Blank infinity of these days shivering
like the pain of all suffering
who scream in agony of redeemers
The highest tree of the world
buried with the dead boy´s poem on his chest
waiting for you to make his dreams come true
But who cares, who cares about the life beyond
The Veil caressing your tears, weeped for the defenseless
dwelling in this darkness of damned souls
Like that little angel playing in the Garden of Eden
who touched the three red orchids glooming in the corner
and thus for his love crimes he lost his wings, now wanders through the desert
Ghost division of Knights riding through my dreams
wish they could let me out of this colorless fantasy
as I want to eat an apple, an apple from the tree of the Wisdom
Now I am walking alone like a rebel
riot seeker, perversely decided to find the truth
and if not now, so hopefully during our solemn hour
After that I´ll throw away these wings of heaven
and will run to the end of the world where I´ll be met
by the cold embrace of death.