Fortress, My Fortress
My walls are no longer holding!
Armor, My Armor,
My armor is becoming too heavy for me!
At the end of my iron age
It is accelerating Decay.
At the end of my burning process
I pour out into space like gold.
A FREE SPIRIT RULES THE WORLD
WHICH KEEP EVERYTHING IN BREATH!
Remove yourself from the judgment of the world.
Find your balance!
So close to yourself, so far from yourself,
like the earth, sun, moon and star.
When up in the sky the The sun shakes
the earth holds it tight.
In the forecourt the stray dogs,
fighting for the last remnant.
When the earth shakes beneath us,
the sun holds on to it.
The gate to the Holy of Holies
remains open until the end.
When man incorporates himself into the god
it is over Given to him.
His ears will hear,
His eyes will see.
A FREE SPIRIT FLOWS AROUND THE WORLD,
WHICH KEEPS EVERYTHING IN BREATH!