From the red core up to the black sky Back to the center of beeing To invoke and remove, back to the blackness of nothing Yet unborn with aligned thought to enter instinctly unflawed immesurable regions
A shining nebula, aimlessly wandering around An unknown center The unknown in very truth, is everything And also nothing
Watch the storms of the life The tragedies strike deep to the soul
The wings are spread, the die is cast For the jewel of eternal life, drop the scythe of death Back to the blackness of an endless nothing Back to the blackness of nothing
A shining nebula, aimlessly wandering around An unknown center The unknown in very truth, is everything And also nothing Watch the storms of life The tragedies strike deep to the soul