Woorden:
Winds The Imaginary Direction Of Time

A shadow covers me I see a distant star in the cold sky For a single moment, time stands still and becomes an eternity of lost dreams I'm looking at

As the way of the world unfolds amidst shattered hope Encircled with no escape from imaginary death I withdraw in regret that I didn't make the choice

In splendor it lies before me Awaiting my final return Like a desolate moon Floating around in nothingness I am a wanderer, alone In endless search for

Where lies the wonder in all I see Surrounded by a phantom dream I question my fate in this existence In my view are my deepest thoughts Bound together

I speak through my silence I let my stillness wander I stagger across the end of forever Taking me to my home Where nothing ever ends A place so far

by times of revolution In light of an excess phase An era of time without space Time and again I look beyond Counting the chance of fate Time and again