"¦at the End"¦
Misty morning caresses the land
The time has come to greet the rays of this cold sun
The silence beckons me, grasping my thoughts
For the shades of life are changing
A hope there isn't, the wind is mourning
Everchanging it tunes of sorrow
Enriched by memories the wind passing slowly
Leaving the painful scars
No grace from above (nor) trace of sympathy
Only the cold rays of the sun
Shining with sadness and despair
The greed of men colored these lands...
Bloodred!
No grace from above
Only the cold rays
Shining with sadness
The greed of men...
Bloodred!
Misty morning...
The time has come...
The silence beckons me...
For the shades of life...