Golden veils envelop
us deeper within them
We were imprisoned
into dirty beauty
When the sweetest wine allows
us to get drunk again
Will we find the lost road underneath the dream
Where is the heaven?
Where is God, when the flock is treading still?
Where is the king that will set us free?
Tormentors guide us
straight into the loveliest obstacles
Where it's not at all painful to get stuck in
Dark hours reveal
the moments of truth for longer
Did we curse ourselves like this?
Where is the heaven?
Where is God, when the flock is treading still?
Where is the king that will set us free?
When the sweetest wine allows
us get drunk yet again
Then we will find the lost road
Where is the heaven?
Where is God, when the flock is treading still?
Where is the king that will set us free?
Where is the heaven?
Where is God, when the flock is treading their grave?
Where is the king that will set us free?