…colder of full path, but does it change anything, of you, is it easier alone to move. Then comes the emptyness, if you like it, everything is fine, otherwise its all the same beat, like if, your head is like a broken glass, it doesnt matter, what kind of music, is the walch.…

…of all We are one We are a universe Forbears of what will be Scions of the Devonian sea Aeons pass Writing the tale of us all A day-to-day new opening For the greatest show on Earth Ion channels welcoming the outside…

…Only change is unavoidable, A brave new chapter is getting closer [again], Without a shroud of doubt he walked, The road, so long, one dream, now gone. What are you more afraid to find, Something to live or something…

…The nightingale is still locked in the cage The deep breath I took still poisons my lungs An old oak sheltering me from the blue Sun bathing on its dead frozen leaves A catnap in the ghost town of my heart She dreams…

…shame burns him. At last he understands. He heads back to his homeland. He rides fast like a storm wind But the flames in the horizon, Tell there is only death to be found. By the smoking ruins of his past life. He raises his hand to the skies, "Oh god of thunder, God of my fathers, Strike me down for what I've done!"…

…go on and live a lie What more can I give What more can I say What more can I do When we've reached the point where you're A thief that holds my heart I keep questioning Do you ever hear my voice When the spotlight is…

…Trapped in a maze, can't get away, what have you became now take the hammer of the elders and crush your way out His presence is shaking the land as he stands at the mountain peak His instincts are getting weak, but there is…

…, you can do what you want, they stay home,' because thay have no money. There is no freedom, without facilities, your luxory life is based on wellfare, not all have it. It´s just work without much more, feels like a waste of time, without any benefits of it.…

…so old and gray, wandering away from home Parted with a horrid cry, snow falls on his grief United by the sword of wicked screams What deeds he has done to hear those deadful sounds In the ruins of memories he wanders…