Dying Wish Mist Of Void
The night is about to arrive
The light is no longer bright
Dreams cannot rise any higher
When the setting sun is sighing a last
Above the vast plain
A lifeless bird falls onto the ground
There is silence everywhere
And soon the time will ceise to be
And we'll get finally there
The missing parts of our destiny
Turn up and complete the way
The night is about to arrive
The light is no longer bright
Dreams cannot rise any higher
Traces once we left behind
Are devoured by burning flames
Our names won't be engraved
In the great book of time
When the morning fades out
In the condescending thick fog
Our one last word can be heard and then
There is silence everywhere
Tragedy born in the mist of void
Chilly wind blows straight into our faces
Tragedy born in the mist of void
Chilly wind screams straight into our ears
The nightfall covers this abandoned
Landscape like a satin veil
And the vanishing shape of daylight tells
How far we were drifting
