The images old days, in memory They are fading away In the fire of oblivion They are burning forever Fed by present times The images of this time
And all these hearts already gone All those that bodies lying in my way And all these eyes still seeing Will fade away in silent memory
In memory the child in me which died A long time ago It is waving from the humid grave The knife that stabbed my heart Is not as sharp as it used to be
The scars will remain But you won't be suffering again So don't think about what might stay You'll see nothing was in vain Only time will show you how Things turn out to be Whether they'll be brightest sky or darkest misery