Wizard of an old world
Old world full of magic
Hands touched the sky
Freedom and curse
Darkness of all nights
Cold melts all mornings
All candles light
Acid and flames
Translators of ancient religion
Sabotaging all hopes
The souls of that old house
still live here
Would the Death likeness
have may old ideals
The Sadness still become us more human
Sometimes we are born for few seconds