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
 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