t in my soul are darkened caves
Something roaming in my mind
A creature from another time

The sea grows red as sun goes down
A voice cries out; I turn around
Hidden power not to see
Red horizon calling me

And Iґm crying out in pain
I must have gone insane
Donґt know whatґs dragging me; just know itґs true
I donґt know what to do

Must hold on; this canґt be real
A strange illusion or a dream
Or is it madness
Finally

But the voices keep on calling me
They want to save me, set me free
Nature calling her children home
An exploding lust for the peace beyond

And Iґm crying out in pain
I must have gone insane
Donґt know whatґs dragging me; just know itґs true
As my voice roars to the sky I know what to do

Now Iґm one with the night; gone with the light
A hunter in the dark; and you will never catch me again
My blood is running wild; I cry up to the sky
In light of moon

And Iґm crying out in pain
I must have gone insane
Donґt know whatґs dragging me; just know itґs true
As my voice roars to the sky no more

Itґs gone; Iґm here all alone
Was I really there
Or is it all in my mind
All in my mind
But then I hear; A beastly cry reaches my ear
I know a part of me is really out there
Yet Iґm bound to live in my world
As you are in yours
But in my dreams Iґll be

One with the night; gone with the light
A hunter in the dark; and you will never catch me

One with the night; gone with the light
A hunter in the dark; and you will never catch me again
My blood is running wild; I cry up to the sky
In light of moon

One with the night; gone with the light
A hunter in the dark; and you will never catch me again


Too Great Thy Gift

Iґm freezing; Iґm cold
Iґve fallen into this dark hole
Lights out; in darkness the fears unfold

Drown in waves of no meaning
Through the night I am screaming
Throw me a rope to hold

Empty is the crystal ball; still into emptiness I fall

If I could ride the clouds; if I could crush the hills
Would it mend whatґs growing chill
How shall I act not to be wasting time
Only a spark; a spark so swift
Too great thy gift

I know not what mighty powers
Granted me this life
But your crownґs a heavy load

Lost in this pantomime
I could scream; but noone would hear me
If I could only believe

Empty is the crystal ball; still into emptiness I fall

If I could ride the clouds; if I could crush the hills
Would it mend whatґs growing chill
How shall I act not to be wasting time
Only a spark; a spark so swift
Too great thy gift

The madmanґs standing on the hill
Not hearing their laughs; to the sky he cries
You who gave me mind
I hail you, I curse you
Hear my cry

Give me an answer; how shall I know
Which way to go

Though the roadґs ahead; too doubtful its bending
Stalling ґtil death in fear of its ending

Empty are my heart and soul; and my feelings growing cold

If I could ride the clouds; if I could crush the hills
Would it mend whatґs growing chill
How shall I act not to be wasting time
Only a spark; a spark so swift
Too great thy gift


Sorrow In Memoriam

Striding forever down the road; continous stream of losses
Leaving wrecks at every turning; broken glass and crosses
Whispers in the trees and ghosts in the attic
Will the sailor ever reach the shore
Will we ever know if there is more

Which is the curse, which is the gift; let me touch the sky
When we are born or when we die

For the love that was gone; for the hiding of the sun
Let us hope for a better day
For your saviour on the cross; for the worker who was lost
Let us hope for days when sorrow as glory will be
Just as sweet a memory

He who lost can always hope for better times beyond
He will regret, who lost, when convinced that he had won
Be there reason; be there healing for the burning in our souls
Be it the end will stop us from screaming
For in life weґre dancing on coals

The one who will follow you through the game
Born, dying or going insane
Iґm in pain therefore I am
Longing for safety when out of control
Longing for freedom when futureґs foretold
Iґm longing therefore I am

Which is the curse, which is the gift; let me touch the sky
When we are born or when we die

For the love that was gone; for the hiding of the sun
Let us hope for a better day
For your saviour on the cross; for the worker who was lost
Let us hope for days when sorrow as glory will be
Just as sweet a memory

Over yonder, far away
Always seeking a better day
Hunting the glory for sorrow to pay
I am; I am; I am
Therefore I am

She dances alone; in cages of ice
Mother and daughter; of glory and sorrow
Eternal being; our path to tomorrow
True goddes; the flame of life


Dreamwalker

He is walking in dreams
Not knowing realityґs name
Still - is not real the fantasy
When believed in?

Through the shadows of what some call life
He is fighting his way
Not knowing if to kill or to cry

Pictures of unicorns on a hill
Pictures of rats in a street
Taking emotions to the extreme
Not knowing if to live or to die

Walking in dreams; not knowing realityґs name
Not clearsighted; still a winner in his own game

Walking in dreams
Asleep but still awake
Walking in dreams
Will he die when morning breaks

As he talks to the clouds you name him: crazy
But wouldnґt you like to know what he sees
He may not understand what you say to him
But he understands the whispers in the trees

He has created a kingdom of his own
While youґve created nothing
Nowhere to call home

How are you to decide if wrong or right
Is his world and the treasures there he finds
When there he finds peace like you will never see
ґCause when you lose your dreams you lose your mind

Walking in dreams
Asleep but still awake
Walking in dreams
Will he die when morning breaks

The diversity
Of reality
Is humanity
Not insanity

Holy are the crazy for they dream with open eyes
In this world where on the altar of logic
Our dreams we sacrifice

Walking in dreams
Asleep but still awake
Walking in dreams
Will he die when morning breaks

So pray for the dreamwalker
That he will make it through
He is the future; he is the future
For me and for you


The Bird

I feed off light; light is my source
All evil thoughts and painful memories are washed away
By the radiance of golden spring

Standing as a flaming torch on the road of time
Past, present and future gathered in one force
Physical pleasure; summer is mind

Iґm dying in the darkness
Iґm living in the light

Iґm but a song, a voice in the wind
And I feel like flying

The wheel has turned
The flame still burns
No more hiding under the ice
Iґm but a song; the wind carries me on
The bird of light shall rise

I feed off light; light is my source
Past, present and future gathered in one force

Summer I greet thee
Thou art my time
And I feel like flying

The wheel has turned
The flame still burns
No more hiding under the ice
Iґm but a song; the wind carries me on
The bird of light shall rise
As winter dies

Hot is the fire now burning
Bright are the songs they play
But when the winter spirits
Once more take the sun away
Will it be forever
Will it be forever
Will it be forever


The Wandererґs Farewell

Here I stand looking at the sky
It has never been so red before
Here I stand looking at the mountains
They have never been so tall before

Now the road lies ahead
Yes Iґm heading on
But donґt miss me when Iґm gone
I might find what I seek
And one day I might be back

And then Iґll save a prayer
That youґll be there
O brothers, you must think that I donґt care
Yet youґre the only ones Iґve ever had

But you know that Iґm a wanderer
I was born to walk alone
And now when spring is here
And in the glow of sun
The rivers flow
I must be gone

Farewell...