…Once again we found ourselves to be lost Holding hands while straying from the path in the forest dark Aren't you happy to see me crawl serpentine towards the sun to you Lift the lid off your heart's casket in the arms…

…shit the chain We never let them live Gunfire pounded night after night And then all was quiet there We saw the forest full of bodies Nobody could escaped And horses' carcasses among with the bodies And everywhere there burnt…

…This is from ‘72 also About being on the road lt’s called turn the page, yeah One, two, three, and... On a long and lonesome highway East of Omaha, You can listen to the engine Moaning out its one-note song. You can…

…Somebody told me to shit on the wing On the edge of concentrated life the void:,:…

…You all have played yourself out, in the cities, you like to arrange new criminal hunts, you all are informed to police, you like like in comics, except, you finance of your crimes, its you criminal times, you spend…

…You all have such an ego, you think you can do, what ever you want, and move on, you beat all the families, like in civil war, during old days. Now you call it a new virus, its the same, like, 'like old times, spanish…

…Push it to the Limit Walk along the razor's edge But don't look down, just keep your head and you'll be finished Open up the limit Past the point of no return You've reached the top but still you gotta learn How to…

…together now There is a method to our sadness As we drag the mirror ball and chain Through the twilight again Dressed up in shame Have no fear There are wounds that are not meant to heal And they sing, "In Venere veritas…

…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…