Skyline
Markus Vanhala, Jukka Pelkonen
Flare around the head
Or a part of the dead
A living seeing being
Full of variety
Heard the news to day
No more excuses
No path or a way
No futile words to say
Like a vision
Burns the skyline
No smoke no flames
In the skyline
Part of the shadow
Love is with dear light
Then they cease to be
And one is free