Forget the light of shining days You need to run through the twilight Concrete and glass, the child prays To live and die: no changes, right?
The men of law, the lords of truth The honest court at the infernal coasts They feel no despair, they feel no ruth Just need much more to be real hosts
Under empty skies You will see this kind of beauty
Under empty skies You will find the end so stupid
The home of anger, domain of pain Few steps to edge to go insane Mindless form of domination In fog and dust of decoration
Forget the silence of hopeless nights No time to wait, it's time to rise All that you hear before was only lies The truth is now under these empty skies
Under empty skies You will see this kind of beauty