youôre close to me, close as the endI love the past, I must not forget itI do remember « Dialogue », « Sunrise »and searching for Liebenfelsbloodyoungbloodyouôre far from me, (why are you) so far from meI call up the past and I regret itoutside I stand looking inand revel in the chill of nihilbloodyoungbloodnot dead in beds of whitenot dead a body wirednot deadhe is not deadhe is not dead in beds of whitehe is not dead a body wiredhe did not die he did not diehe did not diemay the past ariseand change the future