the calm behind the storm I ride into the sweet dreams of low tide clouds of illusion ease my pain, carry warm rain delusive visions out of range, indecisions choke the flame I am the ruler of this land with gold in my hands, gold in my wounded hands
out of the day into the night into an immaterial flight I leave the region of despair, breathing warm air I move beyond the doors of time, a healing landscape hard to find dance invincible in there, my innermost lair
solitude, in solitude, my certidude where nothing hurts but solitude all alone, view from below execute the trivial rules, who`s the fool ? where nothing hurts but solitude touch my soul, I`m flowing low...
cosmic sanctuary, like a morning breeze on a summer day deep in the spirit`s sea tranquillity, a voyage in swell scenery I recreate (create) I recreate lurking to revive the secret dreams of mastery silent fall of cries, reconquered energy native ecstasy, cryptic engines yield intensity never near the end hold the master key, imprisoned virtuality antagonizing the suffering, the suffering lurking to revive and arcane I retreat lead me back to life before I see... the light
the cruel eye of the storm inside into the nightmares of high tide the antic of reality laughs at me like on the dark side of the moon I`m forced to shake the hands of doom fragile slave in servitude, fear of solitude