Trapped and cut away we are   This world that caged us keeps on turning blind   Deep below the reptiles croaching   My hate hinged here never to find      The loss of freedom is the beginning of hate   But the mind stays free to change this fate   The sky shall be my throne above   Into welkin shall I rise   I want to scream yet I fear to enscare you   I want to dream yet I´m afraid of dull disdain   I want to cry yet my tears fear to drown you   Is meagre Death the only Path hence stronger pain?   The loss of freedom is the beginning of hate   But the mind stays free to change this fate   The sky shall be my throne above   Into welkin shall I rise - and ne´er shall I fall      Thou hast told me not to go that far   For my wings were plumed on blank ideas   Made of hope and tears and broken dreams   Thou hast taught me yet I will   Elicit it now all alone   I will discern it on my own      The loss of freedom is the beginning of hate   But the mind stays free to change this fate   The sky shall be my throne above   Into welkin shall I rise -   I want to scream yet I fear to enscare you   I want to dream yet I`m afraid of dull disdain   I want to cry yet my tears fear to drown you   Is meagre Death the only Path hence stronger pain?   The loss of freedom is the beginning of hate   But the mind stays free to change this fate   The sky shall be my throne above   Into welkin shall I rise - and ne´er shall I fall      And painfully and fatally this lesson born to teach   the mundane heat is stronger- downfall seems eternal   Cursed me to be engulfed by the abyss, black and chill   With broken wings and shattered dreams I shall ascend - I will!      I will escape the tower of ignorance   There is no wall to hold me caught   I will exalt deliverance   There is no frontier I won´t break   Fly! Nigh is the sun, the sky -   High above clouds and crowds raise to thy throne   In the dim dank shadow of an augur´s prophecy   We shall whirl the stars from our lunar skin   And the sun may spill his fatal energy   To our veins entwined in dear hypocrisy      may heaven force mine wounds to heal   effaced by the fist of impudent upheaval      The loss of freedom is the beginning of hate   But the mind stays free to change this fate   The sky shall be my throne above   Into welkin shall I rise - I want to scream yet I fear to enscare you   I want to dream yet I´m afraid of dull disdain   I want to cry yet my tears fear to drown you   Is meagre Death the only Path hence stronger pain?   The loss of freedom is the beginning of hate   But the mind stays free to change this fate   The sky shall be my throne above   Into welkin shall I rise - and ne´er shall I fall   A taloned flight brought thee to me   When rooks cried hoarsely clouds to rot   I felt horizons fade in shades   Darker than all stalkers of this moonkissed heights      Lower than all bowels of this sunpissed sky!   Leaving me as Icarcass      Trapped and cut away I fall   Like feathers flying left to dying to this sin   Slipped into the hissing jaws of nausea   That latin letters had grown fatter, caged within      So afraid of victories...enshadowed