…An old man by a seashore at the end of day Gazes the horizon with seawinds in his face Tempest-tossed island seasons all the same Anchorage unpainted and a ship without a name Sea without a shore for the banished one…

…creation. I saw it's soul, envied it's pride. But needed nothing it had. An owl came to me, old and wise. Pierced right through my youth. I learned its ways, envied it's sense. But needed nothing it had. Don't give me love…

…saw its soul, envied its pride But needed nothing it had An owl came to me, old and wise Pierced right through my youth I learned its ways, envied its sense But needed nothing it had Don't give me love, don't give me…

…we shared Your trembling paw in my hand Dreaming of that northern land Touching me with a kiss of a beast I know my dreams are made of you Of you and only for you Your ocean pulls me under Your voice tears me asunder…

…cold arrives With crushing solitude in the darkness of night He will ride across land and time To find a way through this endless night There's a storm in his heart and the fire burns his soul But the wanderer's part…

…The end. The songwriter's dead. The blade fell upon him Taking him to the white lands Of Empathica Of Innocence Empathica Innocence The dreamer and the wine Poet without a rhyme A widowed writer torn apart by chains…

…can retire at the age of very young, they have been wise, runnign arter money, it secures life. You lead a silent life, its scandinavian life style, they talk a lot of their love lifes, they life of jealouse, they want to break it all, they they have their own life, to enjoy of sorrow and pain, of other peoples lifes.…