| Tell me, have you ever touched the edge |
| Upon the highest top, there where life really ends |
| Wind to kiss you like a seaman does the whore |
| As life leaves you like wave does the sea shore. |
| Passion for passions and vanity remains |
| Quest for tranquil space, panakea for pains |
| Somebody calls but body is one with the wind |
| Somebody cries behind but you don’t bleed. |
| Finally I approach the port of my desires |
| Faces of strange attitudes look so bizzarre |
| Nothing seem the same to lands I’ve reached before |
| Misery’s queen falls in comma as you pass ny door. |
| Not far from what I was looking for you seem |
| The point of no return I step and conquer my dream |
| I’d hold my ships course until the unknown end |
| In promised lands, my oath was, my self to send. |
| The crown of the immortals now you wear |
| The throne of this bloody land you share |
| With millions and millions old brothers’fate |
| Hail to you and this glorious state, of death |
| You don’t need |
| You don’t bleed |
| You don’t feel |
| You don’t breath |
| You don’t live |
| You don’t dream… |