"Sweet encumbrance chained in strings of memories;
desperately moving up and further beyond the steps of destiny.
The hours played the days and the skies drift from day to night,
stars shone from high and low; in a world that never sleeps.
In the beginnings of time,
pen in books of fate; the lives and just of many abide.
Cold wind whispers the songs of the night, singing of the wonders in darkness.
Those insignificant fools play silly from above,
yet love or pain that comes.
Aloft in pavements of primes, followed by weariness in the days of age.
Will that happiness last never ending?
Or beyond the stretch of sky, way beyond the depths of the sea.
When one is destined to find its pair; the game begins...
The gods may throw the dice, play the odds and their little games;
yet the lost is ours to bear...
'O' fates that intertwine,
made and forged upon a glass of wine;
In the universe bathed in stars,
Will the water flow give way;
or yet its just another game made by fools?
'O' fates that intertwine... "
