They said he was born under a lucky star A golden one... Gold-plated!
When he was younger He heard 'bout the war Skilful as a learner "science star"
Brain chained by the brainless (the) brainless, (the) soulless Soulless and mercyless He is now restless
Hidden in the shadow He's born to be a slave His life's made of sorrow There is no exit to his cave
Working hard
He had read everything And he knew everything He had seen everything And he gave everything For they wanted everything And even more... And more... And more... 'til no more...
Chorus 1 Now he lives without his children Deep - deep inside the forest He waits for the heaven So far from the rest
Jester of the power A puppet handled To create a killer, Slay and swindle
Books may reveal his name But not the kind of fame… He dreamt about! Not the fame… He dreamt about!
Soldier in the deceit Because he was the best He fought like a puppet For fear and not against
I'm killing hard !?
He had read everything And he knew everything He had seen everything Anyone is falling All those faces are yelling They yell again Again... Again... And again...
Chorus 2
It's going fast It began as a dream Well, at least so it seemed...
He gave all his science He has venom with no sting A holy alliance For those who hold the strings...
But, sure, these strings are bound to break There will be nothing left to take Faster and faster The point of no return The rope, his hands, it burns Heaviness The scenery where he was born Like a sand castle on the shore Is being crushed forevermore By a tide thought by him, forlorn
"I can't believe it What have I done ? This is not what I meant… Not what I meant…"
Piano part 1 Around him the falling city Vomits a smoke, embracing him An atmosphere heavy and grim "not what I meant, awaken me!
Was it the meaning of their calls ? Using me to stab my mother..." Walking is becoming harder Vertigo, he staggers and falls... ...down...
Piano part 2 "one, two, ...some soft drops skim my cheeks... Like a caress to forgive me I awake, the ruins are bleak I shiver, cry, stand up and flee"
Gods lead him through men decease Everywhere sparks spread disease He mourns: "men have killed men" Feeble he says that: "history ends"
Chorus 3 …without his children (for they died) …the forest (of dead trees) …for the heaven (he's the last) …far from the rest (so far)
He cries… he cries…
The landscape puzzle is still burning Piece after piece No return...