Caught in a small casket beneath the surface
Elias watches his own birth and death passing
by. Images of the blood which flew from his
mother as he rose from her womb come to his
mind. In the next moment he feels the warm
blood which flew from his body as his soul
began to rise from the numb flesh. Still clinging
to his worldly and highly conventionalbelief in
death and transitoriness he hears theangels' choir
sing again.
Only imaginations free the mind
From death and grief of any kind
Melissa's soul lies not below the ground
In darkest tombs she can't be found
Free your reasoning and thought
From decay and the ego's dark desire
Eternal wisdom can't be taught
It has to rise like phoenix from the fire
The s***e between salvation and man's harm
Eternity and world, finger and arm
is pure deception, see it in yourself
Of every truth the opposite is true as well
Just listen to the winds, they have a lot to tell
Follow your love into the height of spiritual wealth
Elias watches his own birth and death passing
by. Images of the blood which flew from his
mother as he rose from her womb come to his
mind. In the next moment he feels the warm
blood which flew from his body as his soul
began to rise from the numb flesh. Still clinging
to his worldly and highly conventionalbelief in
death and transitoriness he hears theangels' choir
sing again.
Only imaginations free the mind
From death and grief of any kind
Melissa's soul lies not below the ground
In darkest tombs she can't be found
Free your reasoning and thought
From decay and the ego's dark desire
Eternal wisdom can't be taught
It has to rise like phoenix from the fire
The s***e between salvation and man's harm
Eternity and world, finger and arm
is pure deception, see it in yourself
Of every truth the opposite is true as well
Just listen to the winds, they have a lot to tell
Follow your love into the height of spiritual wealth