Hark, to all I now will sing.

Tell me something beautiful.

Something that can heave my mind and bring back hope and faith.

Tell me something true

Something that can testify direction

and bring me closer to my true goal.

Tell me something about love and universe,

the true streams of fervour and intensity.

Tell me about the abyss’ wild venture and about the time

where you yourself experienced the light fall over you.

Tell me something about life’s essence

and something you believe in and know is true, really true.

Tell me about the pastimes muses that brings the angels to this very now

and reveal coming ages in roaring waves.

Hark to a demon that shrieks.

I will tell you about yearning.

The longing that makes the women cry and the men become silent.

About the desire that tears you up inside and leaves you ruthlessly bare

reaching out for merciful accidental passers-by

The yearning that forces your soul down in deep recess

and you taste the black blood, you had forgotten for an eternity

That casts you in chasm of brittle bones and you find yourself free floating in lands of pain.

Oh, what sun and what moon ask for this destiny bind prison to be.

What stars where furious penetrating houses in flames for me to be stop right here.

A desire that forces your pores open, as vulcano craters in white skin

and the afterfollowing sence of acidic soil,

from shadowed hearts, black form the fear that always is.

Yearning yelling after your fellow beings, them you know is to be found

in the spirit templars figth for freedom and greatness.

Screaming for humble reconcile of true affection and faith.

Madness hits shivering forest thinned with hate to all livings

and yet despite of infuriated roots,

transformations are born and become then again true.

Can one find peace, will there ever be peace.

Is there a quiet holy room for forfeit wistful beings…

Can you touch the one who saw the abyss and who screams for truth to illuminate.

Hark, to the sacred angles song.

One day to come I will sing for you a song about love.

and a new day to come I will sing for you the story about the day

I saw the sun in the black space of nothing and everything.

and I will thereafter tell you the magic tale of all I know,

I am able to do and all that I have ever seen

And I will cry for you do listen. You really do.

Oh Hark, never let me turn my back on you.

Don’t you leave me now.

Stay, have faith in me.

I am here and I sing.

I really do sing from heaven and hell

I have travelled and came back.

Hark to me, hark to the crying voices that are all around you

and the praying masses.

Hark, to angles and demons,even when they don’t want to be seen or know who they are.

For if you do the mighty will of God will lead them gently to find home again.