Tekster:
Winds Prominence And Demise

from its destiny To grow, to search, to find Inner peace and satisfaction In the pinnacle of the mind Direction, then distraction Fall and rise, prominence, demise

purely on fiction We must first accept our need to be If we are to live and to be free Failure to choose and realize Is the foundation of our demise

pasts Walking the borders of heaven and hell On a journey bound for the end of the earth Where only the most lost souls reside To another ending and

death Where time was already lost And hope is already dead No deliverance from damnation No future for tomorrow's pasts Nothing to come from here Warm winds

the inner sanctum Of my psyche's half-life I look down but there's nothing new to see All there was and ever will be In endless circles and vain desecration