The moon has thrown her pall 

to look down to our dying land 

and she spills a silver tear for us 

for our long dead heaven 

as we're lying in the great tomb 

of our loneliness 



We've lost our way, lost our tales 

in our own created mist 

Only the vacant eyes of sorrow follow our steps 

We're just empty shades of an empty life 

failed to reach the skies