What we were and what we'll be
is running through our veins.
The essence remains
beyond it's truth,
making it change.
It flows, evolves.
Born from fire, burst by ire,
It follows its pattern.
There's no way to cease the shift
but everything's arranged.
Every frame harmonized.
Dark and bright unified.
Everything's run by chance.
Death and life as rising tides.
In this ever flowing stream.
Same river, a different water.
Same river, a different water.
Dark and bright unified.
Everything's run by chance.
Death and life as rising tides.
In this ever flowing stream.
Same river, a different water.

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN