From the darkness of the future do I call thee;
I lived among the people, free.
Surrounded by shadows, yet here I be!
Cold, blue fire, come walk with me.

I too have been touched by the Devilish One.
Loved by all, feared by some.
When I arrive nobody run,
still none were there, all were they gone.

Dancing around in a fire red suit,
blood is gathering on my boot.
In the darkness, held by a thorny root,
the first man never gets the loot.

Solen sto lavt på himmelen og vinden strøk gresset forsiktig der Amzi og broren Yonatan satt. Likevel var det kjølig i luften nå som kvelden nærmet seg. Yonatan hadde nettopp fortalt en lang historie han hadde lest i engelsktimene på skolen, og Amzi hadde hørt på, levd seg inn i historien, sett bilder oppstå og forsvinne i fantasien. Yonatan hadde en fortellerevne som overgikk de flestes, og Amzi så veldig opp til sin bror. Historien handlet om en jøde i Amerika som hadde oppnådd en enorm rikdom gjennom kulturelle interesser, men som til tross for rikdommen alltid hadde langtet hjem til Israel. Til det enkle livet, hvor han hadde levd som dyrlege uten å tjene penger, men hvor han hadde hjulpet sine venner og folk som hadde dyr i nød. Det hadde gitt jøden en tilfredsstillelse han ikke kunne kjøpe for sine dollarmillioner.

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Dark soil hits the earth
where nothing ever was.
The stones wither away,
through footsteps came their loss.
And there is no-one there,
except the withered stone
that never fades away where
I wander alone.

A road covered in dust
from decaying matter,
thriving by a black wall.
And in this society’s latter
days of existence, there
will be found a fresh stone
that never fades away where
I wander alone.

The Betrayer of society,
a humanoid, you were!
Dysfunctional in mind
as you killed both me and her.
On the road, where I sought too,
will never be found a stone,
nothing born anew.
I wander alone.
I wander alone with you.

A door to happiness was closed,
a dark evening, amongst flowers.
After a long, hard series or roasts,
wherein nothing ever made sense.
And thus you left me broken
and confused, forever.

I supported what was mine, you
supported what was yours.
Even though yours was mine too,
it was the only thing I could do.
You assured me it changed nothing;
it did. It shattered all my hope.

I’m too important to be left
like this, after a chain of nothing.
And although it feels like theft,
what happened wasn’t, at all.
Don’t put friendship over friendship,
as only our happiness will suffer.

A door to happiness was closed,
never to be opened again.