Sea child and day dream crowned the old man
He climbed all the time
The dust without crying
Rebellious cries never lie, and i don't know why
They burn so brightly
Fly child, she's been crying, cold and grey
Merchant mentality sudden body it burns from inside
It burns.
Devil come gypsy vocation they found me,
The violate all keepsake.
But i cant desert you, you sons of sorrow, in a shipwrecked soul.
The day dream found me
'in the decline of a culture, and the ghost of all things greek, the daydream found me'