I never wanted guidance
 To tell me where to find
 light in the darkness
 Cause the dark I'd push aside
 No time for dreaming of a distant Paradise
 No time for tales of good and evil

 Another correlation: as above so below
 Another analysing where illusions fail to show
 The face of the maker who'd leave you alone
 Without a sense [bad word] 

 When that meadow - in front of my eyes - will have dried away
 Will my senses wither like flowers on my grave
 Will this wave of [bad word] flow into the void of time

 The final hour:
 When Never and Now [bad word] one
 Will I find the orchid
 The final hour: 
 Door to the garth of eternity?
 Or withered orchid meadows?
 Everybody's praying
 But what if God is just a threat
 And everybody's straying?
 If only they would just forget
 Everybody's craving
 For a ghost light in the haze:
 You'll lose your minds one after another

 Everybody's craving
 For what doesn't have a name or a face
 So reason could fit it in the frame
 In quest of the orchid:
 glimmer in the daze
 Till I awake to the sound of rigour

 What if that meadow in your mind is just a fantasy?
 And if it wanted to be seen why must you believe?

 Wil this wave of [bad word] flow into the void of time

 The final hour
 When Never and Now [bad word] one

 Will I find the orchid

 The final hour
 Door to the garth of eternity

 Or withered orchid meadows

 Black orchid
 Strange and beautiful
 Oh black orchid I must find you

 I remember that morning
 He had to be told
 What he couldn't remember
 After he'd spoken to the wall

 And I gave to repression
 What I must not have seen
 What even believers
 Must unlearn to unbelieve

 The final hour
 When Never and Now [bad word] one
 Will I find the orchid
 The final hour
 Door to the garth of eternity

 Or withered orchids
 The final hour
 When Never and Now [bad word] one