In the dawn of disturbed night
The spirit owen finally lies downed
Torment agony and sadness
After all exhausted felling
Faint away, stuck on the soul
Mental disturbed
Condemned forever
Death's maybe the only hope
But what's on the other side?
All we know comes from our selves
And what we know?
Is it wise to thing that we know?
Hope for what?
Better days?
The destiny is traced before us
But so far to be reached
Are you predestinated?
Do you serve to your goals?
What we're done of?
Why we in healthy conscience exist?
So many questions
For many only rest we change
Chance your principle
Let our traces
Build our destiny
Become our less cruel reality
Our conscience burns accusing our mistakes
The madness destroyed what was still pure the soul
What rest is live with we create and choose
The time is gone
So are the days
No longer dawns