IN THE MIDDLE OF THE MAELSTROM OF THE FAST PASSING TIME 

NOW AND HERE WE EXIST BETWEEN THE SHADOWS OF THE PAST 

IN NEUROTIC LUXURY AND FROSTWORK ON OUR EYES 

LIKE THE HOARFROST ON A MEADOW ARE THE PLEASURES THAT WE ENJOY 



BUT THEN CAME DISILLUSION, A FEAR FROM YESTERDAY 

AND NOW YOU ARE RUNNING 

WITH TRAILS, TRAILS OF BLOOD 

TRAILS OF BLOOD BEHIND YOU 



WE WERE FALLING IN MADNESS WITHOUT TWINGES OF CONSCIENCE 

ON A SHIP OF FICTION WE ENJOY THE AFFLUENCE 

THE RESULTS WERE MOT HERE AND SO WE COULD NOT UNDERSTAND 

AND AFTER THOUSANDS OF YEARS WE AWOKE FROM THE DREAM OF LIFE 



BUT THEN CAME DISILLUSION, A FEAR FROM YESTERDAY 

AND NOW YOU ARE RUNNING 

WITH TRAILS, TRAILS OF BLOOD 

TRAILS OF BLOOD BEHIND YOU 



NOW WE ARE OLDER AND WE LOOK DOWN 

YOU FAILED THOUSANDS O YEARS TO LOOK BEHIND YOU 

TO AWAKE FROM THE DREAM OF LIFE, THE DREAM OF LIFE