Years draw the madness years draw the smile on my face
The coast I've been leaving behind
So far as the coast of the grace
This doubt always shields me
Covers me up with its veil
Between sunrise and sunset
There is a life coloured with pain
Far away from sunrise
Far away from sunrise
Tears feed my sorrow
I come and go I'm arrived and left
I have been living for nothing
For a couple of days torn to shreds
Far away from sunrise
Far away from sunrise

Sunrise breaks up the coffin of day
Throws me on my way
To roll my life at the end of the strings...

Two steps up, two days rolling down
All the life round never seen
Stone-faced golems break my wings

I try... till the end of the stiffened moments
I try... till the end of the stiffened days
I try... till the end of the stiffened moments
I try... and I lose my way...

Steps to the nowhere, bitter smile,
A blindfold fly a lame man's ride
At the end of the strings

Two steps up and always rolling down
All the life round well known
Stone-faced golems clip my wings

That's why they transform minds
That's why they retch hate
That's why they try to disguise that it's too late

That's why they scream louder
That's why they can't cry
Heavy rain of lies falls from the sky

That's why they raise anger
That's why words die away
That's why mouth is open and nothing to say...

That's why it's time to speak now
That's why it's time to learn
That's why it's the last time for us to turn

That's why... it's time to lose again and again....

Soil means the beginning
Soil means the end
That is my departure and I'll arrive at soil homeland
Feeds my mind with wise words
I'm protected in their arms
It's always warm like ember's fire
Even death can do us part

What have I got to leave?
Just words, by will to you...
What have I got to leave?
Some words and some tunes...
What have I got to leave?
All my hidden grief...
Before I fall like a withered leaf...

A shape appearing from a daydream
A memory from a swoon
An ancient river of dignity bringing eternal calm very soon

A new bud of the old tree beats under dead bark
Soil means the beginning and 'till death I wear the mark

We're forced to be the riders of stained glass skies
Anyhow, anyway
We're forced to be the bridlers of flight of minds
Every time, every way

We're forced to be bolts in a mechanism to run its own way
Cogwheel brains, petrified phrases
Functional powerslaves
Different times, different ways
Flaws are the very same

We are breathing warheads of mind terror tactics
Anyhow, anyway
Deep space metamorphs drive us frantic
Hyperlies come into play

We're forced to be bolts in a mechanism to run its own way
Cogwheel brains petrified phrases
Functional powerslaves
Different times, different ways Flaws are the very same

I wish to wake up in the hall of sleep surrounded by the calm
Listen to the sounds of things I haven't heard before
My footsteps have stained the way
It seems an endless time
I spent thousands of hours, but not enough to die
I wish to walk the Seraph's way,
If there's something to show I want
But I can't believe there's secrets to be told
Ornaments of Heaven don't light up my useless days
Under the throne of angels crying I sleep my time away
...and the waves of my time wash me ashore
...Ashes, dust, and tears are in my throat,
And the waves of time sweet me away,
They take all my borrowed days
They just come to leave, and wash me ashore...

Walking down the footpath backwards
Lead by closed eyes view
Reaching for the memories' leaves I get the things I knew
Voices from the inside garden are flowing to my mind
Pale eyes of the old days' dreams can't stand the new days' light
Leaves of wonder on trees of pain
Words of my garden spoken by long time lost days
Walking down the footpath backwards
Lead by closed eyes view
Whispers of the inside
All I meet the sounds I knew
Voices from the inside garden are covering my mind
'cause pale eyes of the old days' dreams
Can't stand the new days' light

I sleep through the endless time
A distant look through veil-clouds
I don't know what I am to do
I've just realized I've been half through...
I'm so far from the Start maybe far from the End
These pictures are shown by the Time I have spent
Painted happiness to fill my days
Slow, but not dead I carry on my way
I can feel my cell a fragile globe of time
A pulsing crystal womb where I try to bear to die
I can feel my cell a fragile globe of pain
Under a breathing crystal skies soaked in silent rain