Along the way of creeping howl amongst the heaven of the gods I stumble in haste and fear to loose the faith in all I mend to see The weeping tree, the mirror mind leads me to the house of blind the shadow, I have seen before is closing now the opened door I hear the sound of slowly waves that echo through the canyon caves and suddenly, a light appears to embrace me with its golden tears It takes me to the end of time and shows me in the light of lime the future and the past of be and that the god still sleeps in me And silently, without a sound in shelter arm myself I find the eyes, that smother me so warm are swallowing my fear of harm Should never ever I again believe that I will burn in pain That angel in which arms I am save has made me to her loving slave...