I never wanted guidance 

To tell me what to find 

A light in the darkness 

Cause the dark I'd push aside 

No time dreaming of a distant Paradise 

No time for tales of good and evil 



Another correlation: as above so below 

Another analysing where illusions fall to show 

The face of the maker who'd leave you alone 

Without a sense of comprehension 



When the meadow - in from of my eyes - will have dried away 

Will my senses wither like flowers on my grave 

Will this wave of becoming flow into the void of time 



The final hour: 

When Nerver and Now become one 

Will I find the orchid 

The final hour: 

Door to the garth of etenity? 

Or withered orchid meadows? 



Everybody's praying 

But what if God is just a threat 

And everybody's straying? 

If only they would forget 

Everybody's craving 

For a ghost light in the haze: 

You'll lose your minds one after another 



Everybody's craving 

For what does'nt havea name or face 

So reason could fit in the frame 

In quest of the orchid: 

A glimmer in the daze 

Till I awake to the sound of rigour 



What if that meadow in your mind is just a fantasy? 

And if it wanted to be seen why must you believe? 



Will this wave of becoming flow into the void of time 



The final hour 

When Never and Now become one 



Will I find the orchid 



The final hour 

Door to the garth of eternity 



Or withered orchid meadows 



Black orchid 

Strange and beautiful 

Oh black orchid I must find you 



I remember that morning 

He had to be told 

What he couldn't remember 

After he'd spoken to the wall 



And I gave to repression 

What I must not have seen 

What even believers 

Must unlearn to unbelieve 



The final hour 

When Never and Now become one 

Will I find the orchid 

The final hour 

Door to the garth of eternity 



Or withered orchids 

The final hour 

When Never and Now become one 



Will I find the orchid 



The final hour 

Door to the garth of eternity 



Or withered black orchid meadows