Folded in the mist of dream the sea is flooding over.
Rust of faithfulness believed to be the precious honor.
Blowing over scent of the past, releasing odor

Tempting to let down and take the rest in
debthless nowhere


Forcing to stop against own will
Arousing pleasure to unveil
The treasure meant to be unreal

It's there to thrill

Overwhelming haste to clutch delightful taste

Of vanished pace
Soaring over haze, dazzled by the dark maze
Of restricted space

Dispose of it gaining profit
Venturing the fortune
Everlasting fetters fasting

Pestered by the tortured

Forcing to stop against own will

Arousing pleasure to unveil
The treasure meant to be unreal
It's there to thrill


Releasing hate we won't create,
Aspiring to remove all traits

Dying from drought
We've had enough


Forcing to stop against own will
Arousing pleasure to unveil
The treasure meant to be unreal

It's there to thrill

A calamity as a remedy

An infinity of affinity
Victims of the tame
You are all the same

Never won the game
And will loose again