| We’re searching for the meaning of it all* | 
| And finding trails on sand drifts formed of bones | 
| A broken footstep filled with twilight | 
| Can you find a way | 
| Under Pathway finders lamplight | 
| Talk to me — And say that we are leaving | 
| Find a way — To the eternal town of ghosts | 
| Fireflies shine so faint and fragile | 
| Neonizing a town with their darklight | 
| A lovecrafted vision | 
| Of Shadowking’s paradise | 
| A city of wasted souls | 
| Among the palace of the flies | 
| Stay with me tonight holy parasite | 
| Climb into the time — Searching heaven | 
| I hear the revelation cry | 
| Searching Jesus — Finding neverland | 
| Sinking in your arms quicksilver moon | 
| Hold me evermore | 
| «The Seraphic Clockwork» tells the truth | 
| In the psalms of Judas | 
| On my way — I’m here to find you | 
| On my way — And this feels like coming home | 
| Fireflies shine so faint and fragile | 
| Neonizing a town with their nonlight | 
| These sacred poetics | 
| Are darkminded auguries | 
| Let the circle of tanakh | 
| Revolve the old quixotic gear | 
| I’m afraid to live not afraid to die | 
| Now it’s in my hands — saving heaven | 
| I hear the premonition cry | 
| «Finding Jesus» in a paper world | 
| This serpent delta hides an island | 
| Where ghosts have built a paperdome | 
| Out of original predictions | 
| Over the years they turned to stone | 
| And soldiers gamble for a garment | 
| They want to crucify His son | 
| Inside of a manual «The Judas Revelation» | 
| I read a prophecy that my yesterday will come | 
| Stay with me tonight holy parasite | 
| Wasted things to find here in aion | 
| I hear the revelation cry | 
| Searching Jesus — Finding neverland |