Balancing on the edge of a dream 

Unfamiliar faces passing me by when I'm tottering 

Behind the wooden door the smell of dust and mould 

In the shade a silhouette sitting back to me 



Peaceful mood causes 

That warmth replaces coldness 

Tension's in the air 

Interrupted by words said with care 



"Don't be afraid 

It's the beginning of your journey 

And I'm filled with fear 

I'm must hurry before it reappears" 



"Cut this crap off 

You don't have the right to talk in this way 

He is not ready 

To hear what you want to say 



For hundreds years 

I've been imprisoned in the human's shell 

I am the source of all conflicts 

I chime the constraint bell" 



"The Evil is his fodder 

Parasite gnaws my flesh and soul 

To New Home is calling him your voice 

Your consciousness will make the choice" 



He rose from his chair 

And was the old man again 

That I wanted to embrace 

'Cause I looked in my old, wrinkled face