The night is about to arrive

The light is no longer bright

Dreams cannot rise any higher



When the setting sun is sighing a last

Above the vast plain

A lifeless bird falls onto the ground

There is silence everywhere



And soon the time will ceise to be

And we'll get finally there

The missing parts of our destiny

Turn up and complete the way



The night is about to arrive

The light is no longer bright

Dreams cannot rise any higher



Traces once we left behind

Are devoured by burning flames

Our names won't be engraved

In the great book of time



When the morning fades out

In the condescending thick fog

Our one last word can be heard and then

There is silence everywhere



Tragedy born in the mist of void

Chilly wind blows straight into our faces

Tragedy born in the mist of void

Chilly wind screams straight into our ears



The nightfall covers this abandoned

Landscape like a satin veil

And the vanishing shape of daylight tells

How far we were drifting