Only for you, my love:
The essence of our souls lies in its emptiness.
We go out on long journeys just to find the meaning in our lives.
Sitting in our own world we go on journeys, almost always failing, but slowly learning.
Maybe one day we will find the the one key to ourselves.
The plug to our emptiness. Our filing. Our spiritual other half.
The magic in our lives, will then be complete and we will create our masterpiece.
But maybe sometimes, death, the destroyer of all will consume us before it.
And we will be left incomplete with our souls thirsting for the attainment of our destiny.
Again and again, we wait for our masterpiece to get ready. To be ready to make it.
For the right chance.Again in a cycle, eternally trapped.Until ragnarok.
The essence of our souls lies in its emptiness.
We go out on long journeys just to find the meaning in our lives.
Sitting in our own world we go on journeys, almost always failing, but slowly learning.
Maybe one day we will find the the one key to ourselves.
The plug to our emptiness. Our filing. Our spiritual other half.
The magic in our lives, will then be complete and we will create our masterpiece.
But maybe sometimes, death, the destroyer of all will consume us before it.
And we will be left incomplete with our souls thirsting for the attainment of our destiny.
Again and again, we wait for our masterpiece to get ready. To be ready to make it.
For the right chance.Again in a cycle, eternally trapped.Until ragnarok.
