God Warms His Hands At Man's Heart

Humans Consist Of Body, Mind And Imagination. Our Bodies Are Faulty, Our Minds Untrustworthy, But Our Imagination Has Made Us Remarkable.

Death Opens Unknown Doors. It Is Most Grand To Die.

And May We Find When Ended Is The Page, Death But A Tavern On Our Pilgrimage.

All I Ask Is A Tall Ship And A Star To Sail Her By.

When Life Knocks At The Door No One Can Wait, When Death Makes His Arrest We Have To Go.