| Our tears are drying on the stony lips. | |
| I pray for you, embrace me one last time. | |
| This world will leave us. Follow me into the slipping | |
| Bliss - to disappear within refined crime. | |
| The road to nowhere blessed the night of final sleep. | |
| We'll not wake up here anymore. | |
| The realm of dreams will be our shelter, lost and deep. | |
| Dark labyrinth without Salvation's door... | |
| Unseen Artist Realm plays with our fates. | |
| The morning will not come for us. | |
| We are withered flowers at Oblivion's gates. | |
| Burnt out, fallen stars... | |
| The pictures of our future are covered with snow. | |
| Oh, cruel artist, who inspires you? | |
| Our dreams fade away in memories of evening glow. | |
| The Grief, which no one ever knew... | |
| Where sleepless wild wind roams, | |
| Where mothers swaddle stones, | |
| I resurrect your call. | |
| Where wreaths of lover' hearts | |
| Float into whirpool's arms, | |
| We arise and fall... |
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