They said he was born under a lucky star
A golden one...
Gold-plated!
When he was younger
He heard 'bout the war
Skilful as a learner
"science star"
Brain chained by the brainless
(the) brainless, (the) soulless
Soulless and mercyless
He is now restless
Hidden in the shadow
He's born to be a slave
His life's made of sorrow
There is no exit to his cave
Working hard
He had read everything
And he knew everything
He had seen everything
And he gave everything
For they wanted everything
And even more...
And more...
And more...
'til no more...
Chorus 1
Now he lives without his children
Deep - deep inside the forest
He waits for the heaven
So far from the rest
Jester of the power
A puppet handled
To create a killer,
Slay and swindle
Books may reveal his name
But not the kind of fame…
He dreamt about!
Not the fame…
He dreamt about!
Soldier in the deceit
Because he was the best
He fought like a puppet
For fear and not against
I'm killing hard !?
He had read everything
And he knew everything
He had seen everything
Anyone is falling
All those faces are yelling
They yell again
Again...
Again...
And again...
Chorus 2
It's going fast
It began as a dream
Well, at least so it seemed...
He gave all his science
He has venom with no sting
A holy alliance
For those who hold the strings...
But, sure, these strings are bound to break
There will be nothing left to take
Faster and faster
The point of no return
The rope, his hands, it burns
Heaviness
The scenery where he was born
Like a sand castle on the shore
Is being crushed forevermore
By a tide thought by him, forlorn
"i can't believe it
What have i done ?
This is not what i meant…
Not what i meant…"
Piano part 1
Around him the falling city
Vomits a smoke, embracing him
An atmosphere heavy and grim
"not what i meant, awaken me!
Was it the meaning of their calls ?
Using me to stab my mother..."
Walking is becoming harder
Vertigo, he staggers and falls...
...down...
Piano part 2
"one, two, ...some soft drops skim my cheeks...
Like a caress to forgive me
I awake, the ruins are bleak
I shiver, cry, stand up and flee"
Gods lead him through men decease
Everywhere sparks spread disease
He mourns: "men have killed men"
Feeble he says that: "history ends"
Chorus 3
…without his children (for they died)
…the forest (of dead trees)
…for the heaven (he's the last)
…far from the rest (so far)
He cries… he cries…
The landscape puzzle is still burning
Piece after piece
No return...