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Verse 1:

A legion created from the dust of bygone days

My masterpiece, handcrafted in this place

creatures incomparable in their diversity

Dust catcher without deeper usability

Pre-Chorus:

All my life i‘ve been Building sculptures made of sand

boundless imagination is going hand in hand

with the desire to leave something behind for posterity,

that suggests the nature of my philosophy

Chorus:

Passionate worshippers of the dark sun

Without a retreat constantly on the run

Deezing blame and the torture of loss

Tired of groveling down to the cross

Verse 2:

The nature of legacies is depending by

our way of capturing the essence of life

It‘s the misfortune of the Creator who cares

Carrying it and falling backwards down the stairs