'In fire, we can see our past and our coming. For, as with us and our time, these flames are solely born through the complete and utterly consumption of its surroundings. By which, the fire itself is also condemned to be destroyed. Demanding, beautiful and very lethal, it lives itself to death...'
The higher I am reaching - the closer to the sun The more I learn the less I know for sure For each machine I'm leaving I find a bigger one For each step I turn wiser than before But it's burning me... Pilgrim, where are you going? Pilgrim, your roads turning bleak Pilgrim, true to your knowing But what will you pay for the Grail that you seek?
Though these roads seem endless And life seems out of reach The roads I left were better off unwalked If I had just been stronger If I had dared to see Maybe I would not have had to go this far But still I won't give in...
Pilgrim, where are you going? Pilgrim, your roads turning bleak Pilgrim, This quest is your calling ...the curtains are falling... Pilgrim, where are you going? And who sets the price on the answers you seek?
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