Rise, rise, rise, rise
We shall crush you down to the point, where there is no coming back, things will happen to you from which you could not recover if you lived a thousand years, a thousand years
Still life
Imitating man
In another life
in a stranger land
Am I dreaming I am awake
Is this hell or second sight
Are we born again like shadows
Outside of time
Feel I'm walking outside, circled around me are these faceless figures watching me, as if they are waiting for something to happen then it happens