The World of Spirits

In the mist of the night gone And the thick of the last dawn Wondering about destiny and the sky In the world of the spirit, I found the way to fly To unlock the mystery of the blue dome and mine Then feel content to rest the curious soul Then in the mind all will be well When life is filled with jewels of deeds To be at its best and to forget the needs That will take the pain of life, then joy will increase The game of man is the choice of life to become That makes us march on, until the end will come The choice will never let man be released Or let the game change or be far away at least By destiny and fear of faith in what the soul with face The sky without stands knows why we live to climb Not by choice, not by will, we are destined by destiny and time Until we rest and dwell in heaven But for the breeds of the dark to sleep in hell ?