The marks of life burnt into

the bleeding flesh, the crying soul,

the wounds and pain relieved by you

gave me the strength to reach my goal.

The spell of the thoughts

they never will know,

the might of the spirit

they never will share.

With their feet on the ground

they never will touch the stars,

wherever they turn to

I've been there long before.

But those who reached my heart

encouraged me to carry on.

Anyone who touched my wit

became a mate, a chosen one.

Hail to you out there,

somewhere in the dust of life,

I bend my knee respectfully

to you out there, you gods, you friends.

To walk the path that`s not illuminated

requires strength that feeds on me,

to break the rules with pride and willingly

brings on their hate and jealousy.

Not to be just one of the common herd,

not to let others control my fate,

they don't understand and they do not accept me,

and in the shades the vultures wait.

But those who reached my heart

encouraged me to carry on.

Anyone who touched my wit

became a mate, a chosen one.

Hail to you out there,

somewhere in the dust of life,

I bend my knee respectfully

to you out there, you gods, you friends.