I open the door of immense universe
Every sphere is so illusive dimension
Every sphere Is just another storm and loss
But most entrancing gravestone sculpted just for me
Is waiting in the dust is waiting in the fog

A lot of pale dimensions
The spheres of degradation
The flood and whole damnation
A mournful deprivation

As a lonely monk I wander through the stars
They light every way so I will loose my way
In their lightsof delusion I run and try to find
My stone of forever calmness hidden in the fog
But eternal journey makes me asking:

Shall I ever breathe
With a sign of relief
Shall I ever shift
My downhearted belief ...?