Far away from the brook of life Behind the border of visions Cold white palms are trying To reach the heavens You are hovering in the emptyness of black air Sounds of bygone voices are dying away But it's only an illusion Did they exist when you were alive? Black birds of misfortune are fighting inside of you Lacerating a veil of nature with pounces Do you want to set them free? Drawing the horizon with the charcoal of free wings And say goodbye to recondite mystic enigma Of your empty space in the fields of illusions Leaving a dead kiss for your yearning You're fatefully walking along the eternal path Loneliness the essence of alter ego Fills your depths with a powerfull stream