To forget the agony
Never an option
Without mentioning the injuries
Scars to the heart
In the mouth of direction
We are tossing the way
In the labyrinth of rapture
We are weeping so soft
Gloaming medals
Forlorn world
Rancid harmony
All comes in many a moon.
To torn the waves of anguish
And the weight of the waiting years
Never felt lost
Never felt forgotten
Neverlast.
