How will the these prison gates open, and release the hidden reality?
The dungeon of confusion and deceit must show me what I look for.
I will grovel in the mud and slime of hideous lies to find the gleaming silver key.
I have never given up on you.
More like a habit than a choice I'll look for you.
Like the flame of a burning candle eats its own wax,
I'll let my heart consume the life it supports.
There's not a way out for me.
How can it come apart and then be so strong?
As the seas 'rise and fall' approach the rocks creating great white blossoms,
Our paths are unavoidable yielding so much beauty and power.
There's not a way out for you ...
Who Am I?
- Wado
- Wer den Harnisch anlegt soll sich nicht ruehmen wie ein der den abgelegt hat.