You’d ask what life’s greatest gift is
You’d ask what the most precious kiss is

When moonlight dances upon your skin;
when an empire chose you to win.
It is the fall of man as we know,
it is a cherry blossom petal storm.

You’d ask me what I see
You’d ask me to believe

I see stardust walking in the streets,
feet that dance for the weak.
Mother nature blesses your soul,
let this one the world's happiness hold.

It is written in stone, your name
It is a wonder, tip to toe, your name

It is written in stone, your name
It is a wonder, tip to toe, your name

It is a ballad, a musical soaring to the sun.

What do I see, what do I see?
Magic, standing before me,
it is in your blood, your bones.

What do I see, what do I see?
Magic coursing through me,
it is in your blood, your bones.

Grow as old as ancient trees,
be as weary as tales of old—
would my paradise be less? No.

Roar your battle cry against all gods,
be the devil itself—
would my ecstasy be less? No.

It is written in stone, your name
It is a wonder, tip to toe, your name

It is written in stone, your name
It is a wonder, tip to toe, your name

It is a ballad, a musical soaring to the sun.

You are the most priceless war, a cruel love
You are the demon in us all, a cruel love

I’d want nothing less; I’d expect nothing less.

Your name, your name
Your name, your name

It is in the fall.
                  Fall.
                  Fall.
                  Fall.
                         We rise.
                 Rise.
         Rise.
Rise.

It is in being lost we are found,
it is in being bound we are freed.

Live, learn; prosper—rise.

Not only one chance; it is in your entire life.

Nakedness is the absolute state of our humanity.
Where nothing is to be hidden,
crook, corner, freckle it is all in the light.
To be naked is not only to be clothe-less,
but it is also to be in the sky beside a star and shine—
to not even disguise our thoughts.

Dreams, desires, vices those are all on display,
it is our willingness to share the darkness that craves us—
naked, first of all to ourselves latter to the starlit sky beside us.

Your vices are on display tonight, naked as you were at birth—

would you mind?

Do we let culture, tradition decide our fate?
Whom we love; whom we fear.

The belief from misunderstandings,
devotion to the lack of education—
steer the wheel.

Is your influence thought through?
Is it within reason; is it justified?

We fear what we do not comprehend.
It is decided, but not by us—
others steer the wheel.

The master of the home, of your kingdom, come.
Is, will and will always remain to be: You.

To make you smile, it is anything but a
skinny love;
from stranger to stranger.
Of this there is none,
from stranger to stranger,
we will always remain to be one.

We’re those flowers,
those who need the world to burn,
to bloom.

We’re the highlight of mankind,
Moreover, its fall—
‘cause we’re on the wrong side of history.

Save me, save me,
to save yourself;
I’ll save you, I’ll save you,
to save myself.

To make you smile, it is anything but a
skinny love;
from stranger to stranger.
Of this there is none,
from stranger to stranger,
we will remain to be one.

When the world crumbles,
you will have a hand in yours,
a hand that’ll never let go.

Let’s follow Icarus,
let’s fall as he did—
we will touch the sun and smile.

Find me, find me,
to find yourself;
I’ll find you, I’ll find you,
to find myself.

To make you smile it is anything but a
skinny love, it is anything but a
skinny love;
from stranger to stranger,
stranger to stranger.
Of this there is none,
from stranger to stranger,
stranger to stranger,
we will remain to be one.

We will remain to be one,
we will remain to be loved,
we will remain to one.

The things I do for your smile,
the things you do for mine.

Building bridges rather than walls,
the kingdom doors remain open for all.
Queen and king are alike;
they invite to dance rather than to fight.
Let colour pour, let warmth be warm,
open the bloodstream and let it in.
Let yourself dream, let yourself soar;
let yourself both lose and win.

Victory is not always to taste a victory;
it is also to taste defeat—it is to build a bridge
rather than a wall.

It is to let the kingdom be open to change,
Let the realm never fear it—
taste utter defeat, laugh, live; learn.

In the end, the castle walls are yours to lower down.

We’ve mastered the vast oceans,
we’ve conquered the open skies,
we’ve dominated life itself.

We are our gods;
our grasp will soon reach even the stars—
humanity is victorious.

It is amusing though, of all things we have achieved,
we still are burdened with hatred and deceit.

We still imagine ourselves as queens and kings,
amongst lesser beings.

We practice prejudice, we as a society hate equality.
We are still afraid of what we cannot comprehend.

Before we subdue the stars, can we at least quell our hearts?