One has to seek heat in the frost
One has to fall when he should climb
One has to bear his heavy cross
Until he's fallen seven times
One has to face the loneliness
'Cause life's a crowded solitude
One has to tame the emptiness
And then to feel its plenitude
Better face your disgrace
Your stigmata shines in your eyes
Another season to rise
One has to see what isn't shown
One has to hear what isn't said
One has to get what can't be owned
And then to live when all is dead
Frustration is the guide of your actions
You fear this dimension of silence
You're bathing in the dust of illusions
Neglecting the roots of existence
Die lebenden Toten und die sterbenden Lebenden... wie ähnlich sind sie sich! Reisende unter der Sense. Tote zu beseitigen ist ein Dienst an der Allgemeinheit. Doch so viel ich weiß, kriegt man echte Probleme, wenn man jemanden tötet, der noch am Leben war.