"Sometimes he knows his present
being just a result of former
voyages, journeys
odysseys to scenes revealing to
him facilities of which existence
he better
should not have heard of. The legend,
to him of another "what is
known" Sharon
addressed her sadness about the
anaesthetised composed melody
lurking in the
aura of the distance, prepared
to be set free in the timespace
from a touch of
a deed to its execution; in the
morning a limb of the fairylands,
at sundown
he belonged to the blind characters
occupying the fools' basis.

Can this be true?

A star so wise now reads the moon
After lifetimes in his stealthy glance
Meanwhile a scholar, a patron one...

Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/HvLHe observes the sparks again. The
sparks perceive his willingness.
With the will he drifts away, surely
on his way towards home,

Because home is where he sold his skin."

"So obscure the sand.

As an eldest sinner
On the Orphan planet
I was meant to bleed
My roots - And I bled my roots

Into
the
out
of
my
strength.

So godless the veil of morass.
So spoken, the blood on my wishes.
A melancholy withers why

I saw Wolvesmoon"