Balancing on the edge of a dream   Unfamiliar faces passing me by when I'm tottering   Behind the wooden door the smell of dust and mould   In the shade a silhouette sitting back to me     Peaceful mood causes   That warmth replaces coldness   Tension's in the air   Interrupted by words said with care     "Don't be afraid   It's the beginning of your journey   And I'm filled with fear   I'm must hurry before it reappears"     "Cut this crap off   You don't have the right to talk in this way   He is not ready   To hear what you want to say     For hundreds years   I've been imprisoned in the human's shell   I am the source of all conflicts   I chime the constraint bell"     "The Evil is his fodder   Parasite gnaws my flesh and soul   To New Home is calling him your voice   Your consciousness will make the choice"     He rose from his chair   And was the old man again   That I wanted to embrace   'Cause I looked in my old, wrinkled face