One morning in December
She saw me standing in the mist
On the edge of darkness, sedness
and my own dismiss

it's all end of the beginning
and the beginning of  the end
the guarding angel of menkind
was burned and damned

flying on into the dream
where the hills is still exsist
where true hope can kill
the sufering, pain and the deseas

otherwise you're wrong now
there is no hills or things like
only holes in the heart of the human
in the heart of the kind

am I still fighting
to die another day?
when the day will arrive
and I'll finaly dive

Maybe the maker
will tell me the truth
maybe the maker
will help me to choose....
...and lose!!!