I don't know why I feel I am
Once lived through all of this - and then
I have forgotten who I was,
Who were my friends, who were my foes,
How I was called, and how I died ...
This feeling does constantly bite,
But still my memory is mist ...
It's like I start with empty list.
And yet some sparks of former life
Feel very old the time I dive
Into reflection of myself -
And this makes squeeze my soul nerve.
I feel I once had many names ...
Are these but dreams, just madness games ?
I might have gone completely mad,
But these feelings long have bred.
I worn them all, they were like clothes
For man with many names I was
And many faces I once had ...
I am, no doubt, truly mad.
How one can live the endless life
And pass through death ... and still survive ?
And still in times remember that
Another own name he had ?
They are all mine, I once were them,
All these persons in the pram,
Like were-man I always shift ...
Is it a curse, is it a gift ?
Is there is one beyond them all
That is my only truly goal,
The one, who never had the name,
The Nameless One ... are we the same ?
I will remember once them all
For this is only worthy goal ...
The time will come, I'll pass through flames
To be the Man Of Many Names.