| What shall be my tower of light, in an endless night?
|
| What remedy shall appease my blight?
|
| (And) who shall come to my aid, and who shall stay to fight?
|
| For the fight that lies on sight
|
| Is won within, within the heart…
|
| No legions, no masses
|
| Nor mob, or a knight
|
| Just a single soul needed
|
| Armed with passion of a love and the vigor of a child
|
| I have not the comfort of indulging in fantasies
|
| And as many reflections collide, clarity seems so dim
|
| I brook no mysticism, and no romantic inwards dream
|
| My fate now dust But shall form my epitaph
|
| My old flesh is dealt with scorn
|
| Yet, in another time, another place
|
| I am reborn
|
| Oh «truth», leave me be!
|
| Vanish, for only one moment
|
| For I am betrothed to thee
|
| And thy art my murderer and umpire
|
| Thou art my nemesis, yet part of me
|
| I truly believe that tomorrow brings destruction
|
| A part of me must die
|
| And another, the soar, the fly
|
| I truly believe, it’s time to end the lie
|
| A part of me must die, and another to burm the sky
|
| But the death-sting shall pass over me
|
| A lifeless life will end, without a sigh
|
| No blood of mine shall stain the earth
|
| My cuts are unseen, a red thread entwined between
|
| The earthly and the courts are held up high
|
| Valor thy bark so week…
|
| Valor for you i seek
|
| Oh valor, you have caused me harm
|
| For now you are my only companion under the sun |