Where everything turned black to dust and only deserts remain... Take to remake. Mirages flower to the beat of hearts, Stirred by the thousand paged modern tragedy That is hope to which we are leashed like a dog. The epilogue and prologue are united Where new names and faces draw the well built lines of the labyrinth Sheltering windmills at the feet of which we once laid down our arms. Everything sleeps quietly in here The toad keeping its watch on earth The ogre eats those he meets The knife waiting patiently for the child’ windpipe. Nothing gets lost for everything is dead already For those who dig in the valley of resignation. Where the enemy keeps it watch on the sunny slope, Protecting its rational on the other side. The toad keeping its watch on earth The ogre eats those he meets The knife waiting patiently for the child’ windpipe. You’d shake with fear... Even more if you knew where you really are... In the “free” world baby!