Wizard of an old world
Old world full of magic
Hands touched the sky
Freedom and curse

Darkness of all nights
Cold melts all mornings
All candles light
Acid and flames

Translators of ancient religion
Sabotaging all hopes
The souls of that old house
still live here

Would the Death likeness
have may old ideals

The Sadness still become us more human
Sometimes we are born for few seconds