I already know much about the world
and even more i have foreseen
About how beautiful it is to die
For My children's drowning country
In my hand a rising power
and in the dust is the future
And to the crooked lords
helm in which i will be born
The melody without its voice
The scream is so ever silent
I dont cry for tomorrow
holding on to yesterday
If all the burnt karma
could just fly away like ash
I ran like the lion mind
a wartune on my lips
I promoted my spirit high up
a noble of the trash
Sometimes i hear a whisper
or an echo faraway
Even though i deny wanting
The whip hits my flesh
A rebellious flame burns in my chest
You can touch every piece of hot coal
even though its a dream
If all the burnt karma
could just fly away like ash
Above my horizon
As a shadow changing i'd allow it not
Not a single step
not one moment
when i don't remember it
So that all the used love
here would change into autumn colors
A rebellious flame burns in my chest
You can touch every piece of hot coal
even though its a dream
If all the burnt karma
could just fly away like ash
Above my horizon
As a shadow changing i'd allow it not
Not a single step
not one moment
when i don't remember it
So that all the used love here
would change into autumn colors
In to autumn colors
would it change.