These days are burning down
Every death is an end in the race
– no arrival

These lives – just ripples
In the stunning widths of space
– slipping away

This march will never end
Every stop is a death deep within
– deep within

It is a WAR over years and years
It is a WAR...

Passion in every step
Every month is a part of the circle
– no arriving

Counting your mirthfull days
Every year is a march round the wheel
– on and on

And when there is nothing left to light these worlds
I will be right at your side
I will be there in time
In time...

Marching on...

Travel – Arrival
Together we will drown
In the river of your transciency (You will see...)