The dream of our youth is up ahead

Life has become a burden

Move in circles of suppressed despair

Waiting for the sun

Upturning stones to find evidence

That hides in the recesses of our hearts


Written decree of the loss

Carrying the faith in the cross

And the cold years are coming

For the victims of the longing


Out through the doors of starvation

Into the wraith of damnation

Where the bitter winds are singing

For the victims of her longing


Carried a lie through squalor

The evil need to dominate and raise hell

Gives birth to an anger inside

We can control this


The blood of departure in our tracks

Drifting from our empty left home

Your hand reached out to hold mine

But you're grasping the thin ice


Asleep in the rain

It shallows again

The ghost in my head

Has forgiven me and lifted its curse upon me