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Like a restless wanderer

on his (long) way back home

I seek for what seems lost

since the ages have turned

Like a beast of prey,

A relic from elder times

With a hard heart plant in my breast

and a solitary mind (inside)

I don't belong to this world

A world that I left behind so long ago

All your joys and your desires

are the seed for my wrath

Will the mourning of my soul

Come to an end

as I watch your world

going up in flames?

Then I'll find rest

and I'll be home