[pour mon cher, janvier 1765]
My journeys in Africa, were succesful in every way.
Homecoming, I have waited forever
To see you, to feel you, to die for you.
But still I cannot return to your grace

I´ve heard of faceless terror reaping the land.
The king has set a price for the beast.
I must leave for Lozere, to save our souls.
To prevent the powers of death from harvesting the land.

We will find a way
How to reunite
And then find a way
How to set me free

Set me free from myself

Walking down the blackened tunnel of my life.
The Candles light my way.
As I walk onwards all the light fades away.
What is the purpose of this darkness?

Through the wind of change, through the death of light.
I Find my self going towards the end.
I have lost my faith to everything but our love.
So let this suffering never end.

We will find a way
How to reunite
And then find a way
How to set me free

Set me free from myself