Searching… Place for ourselves Look for the buried pale belief Wrapped in religious soil The life of time does not lay within the myth Search… away from the gods So that the way to the neverending would and Seek in the golden swamps of silence Keeping water under a sharp cover Where sick bodies tear apart relief From the sickness of deliverance our souls run away -heaven has been always swinging in tears Searching… Place for ourselves Search… away from the gods Blindness speaks in curses -In not so gently heavenly looks So that everything would end The everliving one weeps, his wings chopped off And chaos begs the anguish to entangle -In the loop of everspinning worlds- the elliptical path Search for a place for ourselves… …for our souls