A new sun set has opened your wings
A tried to observe, the amazing wind
Let things come to you, let life guide you
Wait and take a deep breath
We have to expect the ashes of wind
Too many questions. Who are we?
Ages of history. Life, god, death and light
We are demons by own
Every colour turns grey
3 fingers and everything goes away
I want to fly in a very special way
We're in their secret sanctum
We never decide our own destiny
He is the one that decides for us
Let things come to you let life guide you
Wait and take a deep breath
The Advent of a new end, the ashes of wind
We never decide our own destiny
He is the one that decides for us
2 fingers to death
I'm just waiting to see
I have to star searching myself
Because my self stopped searching me
Expecting the life of an ash
1 finger to night
Now i scape from my body
And float like a feather floats on wind
The echo of my voice it's covered of silence
One step of the edge and my questions will be solved
Now i stand and scream myself
I was expecting a change in our life
And life is expecting my voice on wind.