Stillborn in the sea of life
Where ideas turn to souls
In the heart of existence
Love and spirit do control

Chorus:
What do we need for serenity
In oblivion's ceaseless stream?
When all seems insignificant?
- A crystal heart of seraphim

Swimming in the flood of dreams
Where impressions turn to gold
In the bright current of thoughts
Our destiny's foretold

Countless cells all turn to one
In mother nature's splendid realm
Arisen just from fertile clay
Soon greedy toil will overwhelmÂ…