Reveal my question - what's the meaning of this life? Some say, it's similar to a stunning flight Others claim, it may end in a journey to the regular deadend Those fragile wings, they're burnt by the sun so cold And thus won't make you fly, no, nevermore! And that cold-cold sun, where would it find it's rest? Somewhere far behind the divine valleys, I assume? Multitude of paths? What a cruel delusion! Woe to you, the one who's crushed by one single revelation: A movement you once named a "flying" Is just one of innumerable methods of falling Many-many ways of life whisper softly: Come forward and taste the riddle of infinity Liars in their very essence, they lead you to A cemetery of handmade gods ornamented With hopes deadly lost Whereas great illusions are carved in time Promethean flame won't ever enter the Vacuum of Universal mind Enthrailed ones won't ever be granted the Freedom they desire... only a gospel in my blood