| Lonely thought about a void | |
| that feels so close | |
| A lonesome phantom shivers | |
| from the coldness around | |
| You are watching the chaos | |
| with broken wings of crystallized glass | |
| Blood is falling like branches that breed | |
| For every time your heart pound | |
| Weak and sad, All that occurs | |
| will blind you | |
| Like a lightning from the sky | |
| Weak and sad, The Death | |
| will come to us all | |
| Impressions burning like fire | |
| Beating rain that cuts through your | |
| skin like knives | |
| Only shivering shades of red and black | |
| You glance out on the scene that gives | |
| you a feeling of elation | |
| Everything is so silence and calm now | |
| 'til the second you hit the ground | |
| The clouds are slowly falling down | |
| towards the red edge of the horizon | |
| You are asking yourself over and | |
| over again: "where did everything go?" | |
| Torned and injured but no one can | |
| hear your lamentation | |
| The mist appears from the field that | |
| you are standing on | |
| Mourning tones performed in agony | |
| Cold, you are trying to find warmth, in vain | |
| Loneliness spreads its wings around you | |
| Where you stand on your mound |