I could not care less for oh, so many things tales
Of your distress and what tomorrow brings
Alluring you on sight I´d harbour my delight.
You could not care for what tune sorrow sings.

In this battle of ages
Abreath of fire would light your pilot.
Are you soul courageous?
A breath of life would make
You maybe see... you bring me to the ground
You bring me to the ground

Victory´s in vain unless one knows the score
Inner peace reclines, in a place the bitter scorn
Spirit maketh man always at hand
But spirit fails to save the ones worth waiting for.