the gallery - a wave of mature grain lyrics

[pale stanza : gunnar mothes / bullet art : the gallery]

these golden fields of summer...
well,i can smell it's entity
it's an omnipresent state of mind
i tried to flee the factual
and i wished to start anew
but i had to grasp i can't buy time

not even bows of summer
are warm enough to melt a soul
that is frozen dead beyond recall
to feel grow dumb true laughter
it means to watch pass by a life
but i cannot change the laws divine

as joy reliefs the pain
a wave of mature grain
makes me perceive a warm bliss
no open eyes shall see
what brings eternity
conduct me to the wakeless!