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