such wisdom is too delicate to touch
as the dark water closes in
tears of blood fill the streets again
we shall not regain our strength
in our sleep we have only one
chance to glorify the ghosts
of the brave
you always think about your life
as such a living sacrifice
but when your time is up
there will be no chance again
there is no time for an apology
go seek the trees for the safety
there is no sand in my hands
the forests with no canopy
this is my life
its a matter of time
as we stand alone
we overcome
our darkest days are over
such wisdom is too delicate to touch
as the dark water closes in
tears of blood fill the streets again
we shall not regain our strength
in our sleep we have only one
chance to glorify the ghosts
of the brave
you always think about your life
as such a living sacrifice
but when your time is up
there will be no chance again
everything dies
othing will live
everything dies
everything will be mine