[RÃÆ'¦derer, Scharf / Krull]



An old weak, grey man on the hill

Alone, sad he looks down, down the vale



He remembers the old days, shadows of past

The old days, memories he's lost

He's searching for reasons, recalling the past

For reasons, fractive remains



He has before his eyes

As the sky turned red

Changed the world it's face



Naught was anymore like before

As the sky turned red

Fertile days were gone



Many moons raised and set since that time

Now he's afraid of the return

He has settled life once and for all



He looks at the ruins of nature

Mankind's work is done

Vermins stay behind the downfall

Weeds grow apace



Withered trees- degenerated

Desolated- tract of country

Storming clouds- Unnatural colour

Threatening, mystic phenomena



Birds flight away

With them our dreams

Years of destination

Took life away



Inactive all the time

Man's sense of guilt

Now bones like glass

He never can take measures



(Sky turned red)

The omen strikes again

(Sky turned red)

The back of beyond



He has before his eyes

As the sky turned red

Changed the world it's face



Naught was anymore like before

As the sky turned red

Fertile days were gone



[Lead:  RÃÆ'¦derer]

[Lead:  Scharf]