A lifetime of glory, a lifetime of glimpses
Standing on the other side of the river and looking at each other
Opposite opposite
Those eyes have long been blinded by glitz
the other shore
Those eyes are still crystal clear
Now is the time, in the blink of an eye, the head turns gray
When I look back, the boy is no longer him
All the former companions gathered around that child
You are the soul, he is the blood
Wait for the blood to meet in the air
The fire is bound to be full