He, who wanders free shall grasp
The mystery of seven seas
My chains have been unlinked
And all misery relieved
Into the kingdom the blind will swarm
And see for the first time, for the first time
Exiled from the withering realm of the dead
Which fades behind the curtains of dread
One day you will see
Repeat after me
We will be free
---
A letter to a widowed engraver
The last one from his beloved
Wherever is your body
Our spirits walk together
Whatever dies you care for
The memories live forever
Please carve it on my tombstone
Then paint it fluorescent
An epitaph, eternal
And shining moon, in crescent
"There always is more beauty
Awaiting to be grasped
As long you dare to breathe
Embrace it, as it lasts"
He carved these words in stone two times
The first time on the grave
The second time...
---
At the bottom of his heart
Screams nothing but affection
Awashed by an inner rain
Which alters her reflection
On the paths of a nether world
The sun is black and grounds are wet
He strays for home and kicks the stones
It rains, the skies have bled
O, miserable soul, your angel is calling
Raise your feeble hand towards the sky
For your time is yet to come
Your time is yet to come
To come...
The mystery of seven seas
My chains have been unlinked
And all misery relieved
Into the kingdom the blind will swarm
And see for the first time, for the first time
Exiled from the withering realm of the dead
Which fades behind the curtains of dread
One day you will see
Repeat after me
We will be free
---
A letter to a widowed engraver
The last one from his beloved
Wherever is your body
Our spirits walk together
Whatever dies you care for
The memories live forever
Please carve it on my tombstone
Then paint it fluorescent
An epitaph, eternal
And shining moon, in crescent
"There always is more beauty
Awaiting to be grasped
As long you dare to breathe
Embrace it, as it lasts"
He carved these words in stone two times
The first time on the grave
The second time...
---
At the bottom of his heart
Screams nothing but affection
Awashed by an inner rain
Which alters her reflection
On the paths of a nether world
The sun is black and grounds are wet
He strays for home and kicks the stones
It rains, the skies have bled
O, miserable soul, your angel is calling
Raise your feeble hand towards the sky
For your time is yet to come
Your time is yet to come
To come...