ListennWhatever seems setnWhatever they told younSee it trough you´ll find no truthnMisery´s like a CursenAnd yet it´s a curenWhat the world´s like when it´s purennBeware what you find outnMight scare you may wipe outnTake care what you wish fornIt might become true, you knownFallnThe Faded ends of this lands within the reach of your handsnnThis is not the end my friendsnIt is the horizon of eventsnBreak the shell, release yourselfnUpon shores of new experiencennDeath means beginning, there´s really no differencenIn 1st scream or last breath,Just a brief interferencenIn the flow of this existencennCaught my eyes cheatin´…that´s why I let bleed ´emnGot my phantasy see me… all I seek, all I need to peek past that real thingnnI hold the keys in this my fist, I crawled to Hades on my kneesnAnd I brought back the spark to us from this darknessnI solved the riddle and I passednnThe unseen in betweennRevealing what is withinnnThere they stood, ranged along the hillsidenMet to view the last of menA living frame for one last picture in a sheet of flamenI saw them and I knew them allnAnd yet dauntless the slughorn to my lipsnI set and blewn(I said I roared that nothing´s in vain)nChild Roland to the Dark Tower camennIt´s not the spoon that bends but younWhat eyes can show´s not always truenMaybe you´ll die, might just get braisednBut only few dare to let loosennThis is not the end, my friendsnThere´s nothin´ such as mind inventsnIt´s horror-rising´, you´ll understandnWhen all ideas run out of handsnThis is not the end, my friendsnIt is the horizon of eventsnBreak the shell, release yourselfnSet free from a mortal prison cell