Who is the old man,
who fills my heart with greatest pain yet his name remains unheard?
I look at you and true tears shake my eternal saturnworld
Who is the old man, whose picture burned itself down to the bottom of my soul
You push me back and raise me up, the criteria for both I long to know
Who are you I worship? what is the name of the one i saw?
tell me how to reach you, to you I'd bow my head in awe
You speak to me, but what is it I hear? we have never really touched
Such is the design of my greatest fear Cruel, cruel, cruel a veil I cannot penetrate,
in different worlds we dwell, attempting to dissolve what seperates
I force my face against this strangest membrane-wall
and desperately I call for you from the darkest depths of my lonely soul
The mist of the dimensions through which to glance it seems not allowed,
or maybe it's just that our "level" is of no interest as it is simply too low
Is it true that only the mirror's strength can conquer the mist and then be
therefore received? you turn around the illusion of a voice
My desire crowned by another defeat
If doubt walks in I am growing weak in fear
"One day all pictures fade" Lying down,
looking inside I call my dead lover in his grave
My eyes have caught a glimpse of you, now I devour myself to embrace your peace
The distance grows, we drift apart What is the use of eyes if they cannot see?
hear me in my darkness, please wait for me, I'll find the way I promise,
I shall resist the tides, until I'm finally united with you again