Cast Asunder I, the flesh of God Naive in my ways To birth myself anew Deepen my aura of power But the world got bitter And I cold at heart Pain, the exalted companion That I wish to snuff To seek new wilderness Vanquish the mould of clay Profound and ever preserved Thus could I endure A period of feelings of loss Creo tempus, indeed Hollow man, hollow core Without a soul, without a soul Hollow core, hollow man Without a soul you´re cast asunder There is no difference between sweet & sour My soul is dead, a withered sunflower Turn back the sands of time Turn black the hands of... Time, bewilders a childe I dance through declining years when the shadows get longer and tread on weary bones Medieval ecstasy and rhythm Are able to burrow in Hollow man, hollow core Without a soul, without a soul Hollow core, hollow man Without a soul you´re cast asunder There is no difference between sweet & sour My soul is dead, a withered sunflower I truly felt the passing of time With age I lost the dear grasp of mine...