"Feeble Screams From Forests Unknown"
Drifting in the Air above a Cold Lake
Is a Soul from an Early Better Age
Grasping for a Mystic Thought
In Vain... But who's to know
Further on Lies Eternal Search
For Theories to Lift the Gate
Only Locks are made Stronger
And more Keys Lost as Logic Fades
In the Pool of Dreams the Water Darkens
For the Soul that's Tired of Search
As Years pass by the Aura Drops
As Less and Less Feelings Touch
Stupidity has won too Much
The Hopeless Soul Keeps Mating...