Thou art only thyself
No more than a fiend unleashed
No less than a slave to prosperity
Sailing your oceans of grey stories
(but) Today seemed so cold
"A spectre with wings in the rain"
Here now angel
I am thy light
Thou art but nothing
Burning...
Farewell now friend
I bid thee thanks
But take thy dreams away
I was the curse upon people
Who fled to the sea
I was thy seeker of story
Surveyor of dream
There is delight somewhere
But such is thy grief
There is no place to sail
There is only d**h here
(for) I was the wind that blew through the hills
The flame that burnt the weak
The words deceiveth thy foe
The song to bury the soul
I am the spirit of the night
I bring thee voice of the end
...The one who spoke unto the dead
I am the wing that gave them life in the sky
Farewell now friend