I feel good,
I feel free,
On the land that shouldn’t be,
On the day of the stone.
I was born to live alone.

Pryspiv:
Out of might,
Hold me tight,
Lonely moon is flying high.
Stay with me and I will tell
A rebel yell – Cold as Hell.

Hear the sound,
Feel the voice,
Burn the poem – its my choice.
Lost inside Edem trees.
Yellow grass, purple seeds.

Pryspiv

I am Love,
Kiss my lips,
Face of God that never sleeps.
Never say: "Die or live".
Pray the Lord for my soul to keep.

Pryspiv