Flashback

The red-by-nines
Above the Rhine
The clouds gripped of the drifting mists
It was useless

[Chorus: x2]
And who over the ruins of his life
Pursued its fleeting, fluttering significance
While he suffered its seeming less meaninglessness
And lived in seeming madness

And who walked in secret the last turn of the labyrinth
Ruination!

The golden trail was blazed
And I was reminded
Of the eternal, of ship men and their stars
For a day I could breath once more and live
And face existence
Without the need to suffer torment,
Fear, or shame

The red-by-nines
Above the Rhine
The clouds gripped of the drifting mists
It was useless

[Chorus: x2]

And who hoped in secret at the last turn of the labyrinth
For revelation