Cast asunder

I, the flesh of God

Naive in my ways

To birth myself anew

Deepen my aura of power

But the world got bitter

And I cold at heart

Pain, the exalted companion

That I wish to snuff

To seek new wilderness

Vanquish the mould of clay

Profound and ever preserved

Thus could I endure

A period of feelings of loss
Creo tempus, indeed

Hollow man, hollow core
Without a soul, without a soul
Hollow core, hollow man
Without a soul you´re cast asunder

There is no difference between sweet & sour
My soul is dead, a withered sunflower
Turn back the sands of time
Turn black the hands of...

Time, bewilders a childe
I dance through declining years
when the shadows get longer
and tread on weary bones
Medieval ecstasy and rhythm
Are able to burrow in

Hollow man, hollow core
Without a soul, without a soul
Hollow core, hollow man
Without a soul you´re cast asunder

There is no difference between sweet & sour
My soul is dead, a withered sunflower
I truly felt the passing of time
With age I lost the dear grasp of mine...