Sitting next to fate's smile
I play on a piano bluntly and hire
The ones who sing of revolution and breathe fire
Leaving dreams in a garbage-pile.

Playing the song of thoughts
I look on a curious skull full of doubts...
What are Your thoughts
Of this world seemingly beatific but merciless?

'I have my own wits'
You say
But who really can break the godspell
And wake from the dream of dismay?

The worm of life chews itself out of my belly
As I stand ready
To kill the offspring of madness
Left in the crimson floods tasteless.

And I play,play on my little song
Wondering what went wrong.
They want the love song;
Only to receive dark whispers,the death song.

Do not underestimate the power of creativity
Orders built on chaos,life built on death
It's just a blink of an eye,
The transmutation of elemental spirits
Quicksilver saturnine.

Understand
My ballad is a sacred alchemy
Of singing tides and fading idealism
I treasure all,bowing to no criticism
There is a glimpse of heaven
In every being.

I struck on keys of seasons
Turning my tides of reasons
I create and question
The creator.

There was a city of golden ages
Cherished by all five of the seasons
Yet,when time turned it's circles
Those eons were burned along with every crying structure.

I play my game of hymns
Waiting to reach the grand ending
To begin those days again

Never give up your faith.