Beyond the lands of time   lies an eternal treasure   its core is always much too far   for an open eye can always be blind      under the rain of nonsense   the wise raises up his fortress   and the darkest blindfold   after all can be the guide      Leaving all senses behind   living on the verge   leaving all senses behind   living on the verge   prove the truth and taste the lies      Break the ice   look inside   and see the flames are burning everwhere   so afraid to look   a little higher   in this pathetic realms   where only the weak survive