Independence, all true?
Secret rendezvous, in the home of a cause...
We care for these, when pouts clash with home, due
The taste of homage is everywhere, vintage by the law

Home is where the heart is...
But a wish alive in the wind's of change
Come with us to a place so curious, as is bliss
So is the names of your relation to strange

Happy, or sad
We know the completion of a road
To and from where a boat, was a clash to add
With the paces, we collect with love to hold...

Came
The toll of an imaginary bell, that turns out to be true
Well-deserved integrity, to which we challenge same
Dare the solace of sincerity once again, this war is you...

Epitaph to a stronger chaste, than we thought?
Never is a striving gait, to which we see the future
Sake and decency to make, a craving for the odd
Come with the past, a whole champion of what was our fury