Excelsior -

The final word is unveiled

There’s no way back to our grave

Such treachery

The death of truth

This road will go on forever

Stuck in the trails where no one dared to tread

Lost in the haze where our souls have been bled

Dark reveries

Confusing threads

A severance from reality

It’s coming closer

It has no name

We carry on to the top

Excelsior

We stare into the black circle of death

No use for our regrets

My fate is sealed

These ugly scars

Will never heal

Days of bleakness, nights of sorrow

With certitude we burn

Fallen, rising

Heavy load

Light the fuses

And implode

Stand up, get out, carry on

Die, live, love, kill the forgone