On the Step of Fate

When you start believing in fate,
you realize that
everything was a lie,
and meaning itself bleeds dry of soul,
wounded again by some radiant dream...

On heaven's threshold you find yourself, suspended,
yet down below cruel hell tugs at your heels,
you long to weep, you ache to flee yourself,
and the whole world...

What then can you do,
with your beautiful wings, shattered,
why cling to the belief that
some hollow glory awaits you in life, oh my heart?!

And heaven lies distant,
and you must reach it,
with bleeding feet, through life's struggle,
your victory lives only in your pulse, oh my heart!