The celestial gold is still beholding itself in the mirror of the horizon while darkness falls over my mind… The craziest beliefs and ideas collapse in with violence. Will I keep the faith ? Now I doubt... Kyrie Eleison... Kyrie Eleison... As a wingless bird learning to fly, as roses and chrysanthemums slowly fade and die, still in vain I pray. Is there nobody here to hear my silent cry ? My dreams have fallen down with the sun, yet I still need to try... With or without wings I’ll fly...