As the man wanders…
He wonders what it's like having things to hold him back…
He wonders how the people live and what they didn't lack…
He thinks of rose and violet, and songs that he had sung…
He breathes the air and thinks not of the black upon his lung…

A man without a worship, without a cause to bear…without a moral being inside a Heaven of Despair…

A Heaven of Despair…

A fool without a lover, just an aching heart to spare…who dwells in caves of sacrilege in a Heaven of Despair…

A Heaven of Despair…

As the man wanders…
He knows no bounds, no force alive could ever make him sway…
He lives to feed on sanity and to walk the lands astray…
His stairway gone, his door now shut, he knows no place to graze…
He'll know one Heaven, and the rest...will vanish in the haze…

A stray without a devil, without a hate or care…without a willful soul inside a Heaven of Despair…

A Heaven of Despair…

A shell without a filling, just an empty heart to share…who lives on shores of blasphemy in a Heaven of Despair…

A Heaven of Despair…

And as he walks his lonely road…
He kills the seeds that we had sowed …
He has but one law to uphold…
That nothing ever turns to gold…
If all is one, then he is all…
He makes no jump to never fall…
His mission bells will always ring…
'Til gold is stone and Winter Spring…

And he's waiting…inside a Heaven of Despair…

A Heaven of Despair…