Sometimes i feel something is lost Somewhere undertermined in the past Feel a strange sensation And an empty seizes of my being I know the great mission is being destroyed Many times i can't dominate the little me However i can understand him Also understand the great mathematical factor existed in the universe The well and the ill The black and the white The male and the female The artist and the critir The spirit and the matter And everything so balanced and perfect We have the weapons of the game and we know its rulers too But even we love They tought us how transmute Just so we'll find our growth Now we must forget our stingy ideals And devote ourselves for the great being For our inner master Saint-germain and his powerful violet flame Just so we'll transmute our carnal burden Just so we'll be really pillars Pillars of violet fire Scattered by the earth Carrying out our real goal
