Trapped and cut away we are
This world that caged us keeps on turning blind
Deep below the reptiles croaching
My hate hinged here never to find
The loss of freedom is the beginning of hate
But the mind stays free to change this fate
The sky shall be my throne above
Into welkin shall I rise
I want to scream yet I fear to enscare you
I want to dream yet I´m afraid of dull disdain
I want to cry yet my tears fear to drown you
Is meagre Death the only Path hence stronger pain?
The loss of freedom is the beginning of hate
But the mind stays free to change this fate
The sky shall be my throne above
Into welkin shall I rise - and ne´er shall I fall
Thou hast told me not to go that far
For my wings were plumed on blank ideas
Made of hope and tears and broken dreams
Thou hast taught me yet I will
Elicit it now all alone
I will discern it on my own
The loss of freedom is the beginning of hate
But the mind stays free to change this fate
The sky shall be my throne above
Into welkin shall I rise -
I want to scream yet I fear to enscare you
I want to dream yet I`m afraid of dull disdain
I want to cry yet my tears fear to drown you
Is meagre Death the only Path hence stronger pain?
The loss of freedom is the beginning of hate
But the mind stays free to change this fate
The sky shall be my throne above
Into welkin shall I rise - and ne´er shall I fall
And painfully and fatally this lesson born to teach
the mundane heat is stronger- downfall seems eternal
Cursed me to be engulfed by the abyss, black and chill
With broken wings and shattered dreams I shall ascend - I will!
I will escape the tower of ignorance
There is no wall to hold me caught
I will exalt deliverance
There is no frontier I won´t break
Fly! Nigh is the sun, the sky -
High above clouds and crowds raise to thy throne
In the dim dank shadow of an augur´s prophecy
We shall whirl the stars from our lunar skin
And the sun may spill his fatal energy
To our veins entwined in dear hypocrisy
may heaven force mine wounds to heal
effaced by the fist of impudent upheaval
The loss of freedom is the beginning of hate
But the mind stays free to change this fate
The sky shall be my throne above
Into welkin shall I rise - I want to scream yet I fear to enscare you
I want to dream yet I´m afraid of dull disdain
I want to cry yet my tears fear to drown you
Is meagre Death the only Path hence stronger pain?
The loss of freedom is the beginning of hate
But the mind stays free to change this fate
The sky shall be my throne above
Into welkin shall I rise - and ne´er shall I fall
A taloned flight brought thee to me
When rooks cried hoarsely clouds to rot
I felt horizons fade in shades
Darker than all stalkers of this moonkissed heights
Lower than all bowels of this sunpissed sky!
Leaving me as Icarcass
Trapped and cut away I fall
Like feathers flying left to dying to this sin
Slipped into the hissing jaws of nausea
That latin letters had grown fatter, caged within
So afraid of victories...enshadowed
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