There was an age when no night
Would ever give birth to day
A still life painted in shades of grey
A moving canvas within a masquerade
Men were excited by delusions
Thoughts in crimson and velvet
All were involved in a pretense
In colours bright, yet monotone
Their course of life was defined
By a nature no man could understand
A tree of life that holds a heart inside
It holds the wisdom of the forgotten land
Men dream of silence
Their thoughts so eager
They fell deep in dreams unveiled
Infernal bliss, their destiny
Where darkness forever reigned
Eternal purgatory
In sadness men were drowning
They reap the harvest of life
Perceiving their deception
In the purity of night
Their hearts are bleeding silent
When they see in the distance
A thousand dying angels
In the glowing scarlet sky
The aeon of twilight seemed to end
The northerlight fell from above
Life that once was frozen for years
Was pouring down in rain and tears
Facing what was still unknown
In melancholy, few men drowned
Releasing their hate and sorrow
In sadness, all others sunk
Eras have passed since the day of delight
The realm of ice, now a blooming kingdom
A still life painted in tints of crimson
A fresco of pieces innumerable
Men dream of silence
Their thoughts so eager
They fell deep in dreams unveiled
Infernal bliss, their destiny
Where darkness forever reigned
Eternal purgatory
In sadness men were drowning
They reap the harvest of life
Perceiving their deception
In the purity of night
My heart is bleeding silent
When I see in the distance
A thousand dying angels
Stealing your life