[- Long ago... what has been said by honour, is exceedingly conducive to my welfare. Abandoning all pleasure, the lofty-minded dauther preformed the propitiation by means of profound meditation. On hearing these words, she pondered over me mentally... and so the story goes... (the skanda purana)]      One million miles i'm walking, one million miles away   and still you hear me talkin,   full of doubt on a painful way   i'm not a fortune teller nor support the monarchy   i'm setting up the situation to destroy my scenery   take all the trouble with me, more than i can afford,   anscrewed and full of laughter, as qirija speaks the word      oh well i don't know, whatever i'll see...      come slowly, won't you look at me instead   depressed and lonely, listen to what shiva said   taste the falvour of a hundred million tears   i stare into her eyes   crimes the hide since thousand years      as now my live is shifted, i crawl on holy ground   my blodd and soul are god gifted,   made me lokkin'in from the out   still i hear their voices singing,   gliding sounds from the left to right,   i try to close my eyes,   but can't get her out of my sight   i know this place is haunted   this temple of tears   this lust i always wanted   beautiful and lustful fears,...   and still i dont know where do i go