Soaring over the black nights sea
Dressed with white garments of light
Eyes keen on the promise

-so, I have returned-
There is no real chance
I'd ever run out of bombs

And indeed
I can behave as wished
When I wish


Seen the lighthouse of the promise
Promised to keep

Yet the light is moving
It is moving away from me
But I am not even trying to catch it

Eventually
It will come to me


Not here to
Harm
Worship

Break
Submit unto
You

Here to love you
Until-and over the end


There are forms of worms
Trying to seize it all
And they keep failing and falling

'Cause the garden is sealed
From there with ill-
Will


As the crossing over happens
Without smile or tears

Leave every-thing behind