Winds, I'm forever lost. Tears what is left to be seen? My god, my god, what will I become? I see no light...
Like a dying flower, in the season of grey. Like the northern wind, in the land of dreams. Like a solemn figure, in falling snow. Like a bleeding statue... I lose my faith!!!
I hear a serenade... But why this bitter end? Why...?
"With mourning eyes I gather tears." Through this veil of thorns I fail to see... what I believe!!! A calling to a darker time.
"I stand in the gloominess in this stream of pain. Dark tears leave my eyes as I watch the sunset."
Who will guide my shadow, to the burning sky? Who will be my voice, when I speak no more? Who will ease this burden, when all grief is gone? Who will watch the night, where I belong...?
I hear a serenade... But why this bitter end? Why...? Winds, I'm forever lost. Tears what is left to be seen?