In the middle of this storm again, fighting fire

Only fragments of the life I had remains

My enemy, my inner self, haunting me down

Brief touch of reality, I'm losing my gravity



I've seen these clouds way to many times,

Although the sky is bleeding,

I've seen these clouds way to many times, 

Still my eyes are dry.



The transfer is completed

On to another place, another time

Your beautiful world is dead

Pitch black, with your burning flag in my hand

Is there anything left to save?

Except from revolting pride

Is there anything left at all?

Is there anything left to long for?



Although the sky is bleeding

Still my eyes are dry.