Into the vast and fathomless unknown to find a word
 A word, that indicates the beyond.
 It came back later and spoke:
 "I am myself heaven and hell!"

 Sculptured in time as another chapter of life
 Sharp are the thorns of the roses, which lay dank upon me
 For too long I knew that I had to arrive
 Yet destination isn't as linear as humanity
 Touch the feeling - touch the soul
 Touch the morning dew and see the glamour
 In my stark eyes reflecting
 The icon of a setting in a serene summer
 So many flowers give away to mystery and loneliness
 Their subtle perfume and their indifference
 So much jewelry's forgotten in the soil, in darkness

 But who dares to tread the silent meadows
 That lie beyond the mirror of one's self?
 Who dares to reach the phantoms of one's heart?
 To behold the murderer of life and art?
 And what is death?
 What gives birth?
 What sells good or has no worth,
 When everything you feel is cold?
 Why am I? Who's this hand?
 Whose decisions I can't comprehend...
 But isn't history foretold?
 There's a tide... in the affairs of men
 Which, taken of it's flood, leads on to fortune
 But all the voyage of their life
 Is bound in shallows and miseries...

 But if you desire to see the light...
 As it truly is, clear and bright
 You must move - back into the shadows