Before - Haster

Rebuilt, his blood runs warm only to burn ferocious seeds of youth.

Behind the storm his body lives in peace before.

But now it’s gone.

His heart tears off the crown.

And scars are born from… thorns.

In sense, he came senseless baring love… reborn.

«What a child,» he cries!

Innocence now blind.

Above: the void.

The thunder’s seemed so far.

But it’s closer than before.

Educated now, he’s grown into a man.

Removed the crown of… thorns.

In sense, he came senseless baring love… reborn.

«What a child,» he cries!

Innocence now blind.

Above: the void.

It’s closer than before.

It’s closer than before.

Dark clouds weep.

Electricity leaps from high to low.

In the current sweep of his reality he finds it hard to keep up.

But with every storm, comes an end.

And with every son/sun, innocence amends.

Inspired, he finds that youth in his heart he once denied.

«Perspire and work hard, child, this is your life.»

Reborn, he faces God with longing in his chest.

Will forgiveness come?

The crown rests heavy upon his heart, the child inside wakes with a start,

and in this

moment his knowledge rest.

Imagination guide through the tests.

Behind his eyes burns lust to fill up the void.

«To inspire,» he cries, to the question, «what's your point in life?»

Now let him live.

Now let him live.