Deliver thunder, God If you choose not to talk.
New Rome will be destroyed By the attacks of new vandals. God always remains silent.
You are not what you are; You are darkness Looking for light within.
He knows he will be born again, And start fresh anew.
To jump over centuries In one step is impossible. Jump too high or far, You’ll be way too late.
The night is still waiting.
When the star dies, Its eye closes; tired of watching, It flies back to its first bright dream.
To the knights of faith nobody believes.
A word only writes Its night and rides Its dream.