I demand nothing, but I want it all.... What priviliege do we have under the sun, that gives the right to the throne?

Species come and go, but the earth stands forever fast. All river runs towards the sea, but the sea is never full.

To discover the loniness and to be proud to show the wounds. Will forever wander alone through the years.

But I won't let you near begging for you to understand the fear that lives in my soul which is untouched spring.

Read, what is written on the silent mouth. What is written in the soul for which is written in the shinig silence we all have to read.

My body will be bent from the burdens. When the shaking floor of life-force reveal its chasm underneath. If only one could be two steps ahead.