Far beyond the mists in sky, 

The all embracing round, 

Must lie safe from a goddess frown 

An unknown land where loss and sigh 

Fill every heart and mound. 



The lost come here with torment load, 

Arising from their difference; 

From mass and hate, from mass compelled, 

They're lost inside themselves. 



Help me to break free from all those treacherous expectations, 

Save me from the numbness of the so called fellow-creatures, 

Free me for to live and not to be lived by the mass, 

Free me for to be myself… 



Inbetween the grass of woe, 

The burdensome discord, 

Relieve the slain their shattered minds, 

In unknown words of things below 

The superficial horde. 



And soon when all the grief is done 

The loners' crowd will crumble 

The lost return to solitude 

To win inside themselves. 



Help me to break free from all those treacherous expectations, 

Save me from the numbness of the so called fellow-creatures, 

Free me for to live and not to be lived by the mass, 

Free me for to be myself…