the calm behind the storm I ride into the sweet dreams of low tide 
 clouds of illusion ease my pain, carry warm rain 
 delusive visions out of range, indecisions choke the flame 
 I am [bad word] of this land with gold in my hands, 
 gold in my wounded hands 

 out of the day into the night into an immaterial flight 
 I leave the region of despair, breathing warm air 
 I move beyond the doors of time, a healing landscape hard to find 
 dance invincible in there, my innermost lair 

 solitude, in solitude, my certitude 
 where nothing hurts but solitude 
 all alone, view from below 
 execute the [bad word]  who`s the fool ? 
 where nothing hurts but solitude 
 touch my soul, I`m flowing low... 

 cosmic sanctuary, like a morning breeze on a summer day 
 deep in the spirit`s sea 
 tranquility, a voyage in swell scenery 
 I recreate (create) I recreate 
 lurking to revive the secret dreams of mastery 
 silent fall of cries, reconquered energy 
 native ecstasy, cryptic engines yield intensity 
 never near the end 
 hold the master key, imprisoned virtuality 
 antagonizing the suffering, the suffering 
 lurking to revive and arcane I retreat 
 lead me back to life before I see... the light 

 the [bad word] eye of the storm inside into the nightmares of high tide 
 the antic of reality laughs at me 
 like on the dark side of the moon 
 I`m forced to shake the hands of doom 
 fragile slave in servitude, fear of solitude 

 where nothing hurts but solitude 
 my last home !