…of all We are one We are a universe Forbears of what will be Scions of the Devonian sea Aeons pass Writing the tale of us all A day-to-day new opening For the greatest show on Earth Ion channels welcoming the outside…

…shame burns him. At last he understands. He heads back to his homeland. He rides fast like a storm wind But the flames in the horizon, Tell there is only death to be found. By the smoking ruins of his past life. He raises his hand to the skies, "Oh god of thunder, God of my fathers, Strike me down for what I've done!"…

…don't know You're giving Death a kiss, Oh, little fool now Your mind is full of pleasure Your body's looking ill To you it's shallow leisure So drop the acid pill, don't stop to think now You're having a good time baby…

…sin I'm a victim of my own desire. Was my destiny desided by the hand of God Staring at memories Will I find the answer there? Will I? Here I am in the dark chained to demise and agony Madness is creeping in 'Coz what I…

…I dont have anybody to talk to, that why i a good writing, songs, lonelyness feeds creativity, its ok, you can make a living of it. I have done this for ages, sometimes it is good to hide under the surface, it gives a…

…BY MYSELF AND WROTE NICE SONGS. NOWADAYS YOU NEED VARIATION, ITS NOT JUS POP OR SOME RÄP SONG. IT ALL DEPENDS OF THE MOOD, ITS LIKE A SHOOSING GOOD FOOD. YOU CAN SHOOSE WHAT EVER YOU LIKE, WHAT TURN YOU ON OR GIVES…

…enough. I have just been here is a one room, its not much to give, but at least i have a place to be, at the moment, I am writing songs, its my work, my friends sit instead at public offices. we have the different…

…, one with alpenglow Hand in hand guiding me into light You, the fairytale guise in blue and white You are my path my home my star A beautiful tale within the tale And when the dust needs to move on I will tuck us in on a bed of snow Painting white, silencing the valley we built Together we’ll sleep Devoured by Life…

…kill. A city that worships flesh. The first thing I ever heard was a wandering man telling his story It was you, the grass under my bare feet The campfire in the dead of the night The heavenly black of sky and sea It was…