2 acessos
Where the wolves sing their song
Our lives weigh nothing here
My will is to wander the path
Of those who have gone to the stars
Approaching nothingness
Upwards on the ladder of life
When the wine of bacchus flows
My heart pounds in ecstasy
Yet perfection still escapes me
No star I'm able to grasp
Once gain I return to the center-world
Where restless spirits still roar