As golden as gold
Stolen from death is
As long the fate to
Come to be to take.

Livin the dream just
To dream bout life
Irony of destiny had
Be fated perhaps.

Gift of a living heart
With hope in trust
To able giving back
Least to a chance.

Have a compromise
And voice to a cry
Havin done our best
In right to be said.

We will if so we shall
The lord really god
If true as the heaven
Where find our rest.

With days and nights
Comes as without
We do as all be given
To bring nor take.

Empty of hands but
Thou be as might
A few more to have
A soul to dressed.

Of body what pride
In the very divine
Knew as told a well
Free life is death.

But only free is love
And faith if trust
Must be so decided
By as to be it has.

As mistake to done
By as only if shall
Ever be understand
Once flaw of less.

Once learned to cry
As the world thy
Sorrow be our share
Of our happiness.

As soul been robbed
As there is to time
To tell was me to say
Yet kept to myself.

Instead treasure box
And a way to find
A reason of betrayel
To love mores yet.

And after all kept by
my roads a child
Had to walk a danger
Of paths few dared.

The tales be to delight
A soul darkest night
The songs to drunken
From enough a mad.

The laughter and while
To appreciate doubt
For i lived a life so well
As gods call heatens.

And fairytale all the far
From their will might
To ever believe nor can
Hope an coincidence.

Save with all little to die
While aped or clown
After a some or against
mamona a dull pain.

Suffered day and night
Lack of awes asigh
Miracles to once again
raised from deaths.

As thief of a days time
I lived paved in drunk
With golds reason had
To live moretheless.

Death what most alive
I kept watered in lie
To die instead and tell
Themselves instead.

How many had of now
To have passing god
On fields of be a winter
Strangest dear friend.

Year i ran out of wine
As soul of taste not
Picked garden of grape
A least a joy of a day.

As enemies told love
As unknown as far
Had learned to manage
With a childs a glad.

As the wisdom to find
Rather havin not
To be than all to gain
Yet none to have.

Glad of be hard to hide
Life of dear to god
Still wont hear athank
For a sin yet no less.

Heart thought rich once
As well fed i starved
A sorrow of loneliness
Without care in sense.

Since forgiving long time
Passed to care to mind
Yet if in need of bein said
Of brother the brother.

As all said: to call to care.

We’re different, you and me, we’re different
As if we’re made in different worlds indeed,
As if we’re fed on different dew furthermore,
As if we’re covered by different felt on creed.

We’re strange, you and me, we’re strange.
We should go away in all directions, in whole,
Not to be for all, not to touch each other,
To be walled-up behind different walls at all.

We’re crazy, you and me, we’re crazy.
We’ve tried to run away both so often.
But our fate has marked us with a “cancel” sign
And simply decided not let us go, just no one.

We’re different, you and me, we’re different
As if bitter frost and caressing spring in other way.
We have different palettes, you and me, different palettes.
But the canvas is one, one for two of us, anyway.

And we have to paint our further life by the will of fate,
In four hands on one canvas therefore.
You know, I don’t like to paint and I’m not good at it.
I’ll better hold the palettes for you evermore.

If the rain could weave your touch into mine,
I'd let it drench me, time after time.
Perhaps in a place where clocks don't turn,
You’d find me waiting, a love unlearned.

The Star of Hope has died,
But there is no reason to cry:
Beautiful stars leave stunning Nebulae.

Fate is cruel, as a lone wolf in the night:
It cares not about your hopes, your dreams,
It disregards your wants and your needs;
For it wants nothing more than to feast.

Night falls in the forest, you are on your own.
From the dark, you hear a chilling howl,
Unaware that Fate is on the prowl;
Your end foretold only by an owl.

It lurks in the darkness, you feel its presence.
Is it the shadow behind your back?
You can feel it breathing down your neck;
You can't yet see it, it is pitch black.

The moonlight shines down, finally you spot it.
A terrifying sight, your eyes lock,
Your heart skips a beat, you are in shock;
The sky filled by a murderous flock.

With its cover blown, the animal gives chase.
You try to run, hoping to escape,
Give it your all, you are in good shape;
You trip and you fall, can't run from Fate.

The beast draws near, running is of little use.
Out of options, unwilling to die,
Might seem foolish, but you have to try!
Back on your feet, it's not yet goodbye!

The battle begins, a test of strength and will.
It's jaws are lethal, claws full of might,
But regardless, you must win this fight;
Someone's blood will be spilt on this night.

The war is exhausting, you're evenly matched.
Eye for an eye is how you two brawl,
A limb for a limb, someone must fall,
Slowly but surely, you will stand tall!

The fighting goes on for hours, if not longer.
It's end awaited by hungry crows.
And finally, with a mighty blow
You manage to overcome your foe!

Fate falls at your hands, the wolf lies at your feet.
You have done it, fought with tooth and nail,
Challenged fate and lived to tell the tale;
I am doing the same...

Sitting alone in a room,
I stared into my own tomb
Found some water, drank it up
It was poison in one’s cup!

Not just one cup, a whole pool,
Pool of poison, I consumed!
Poison made me lose my cool,
That’s how I became your fool!

Desperate to find the cure
I have found the lonely room,
Once more gazed inside the tomb
In there water, oh so pure!