[Music: D.Gildenlow]      '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?