A silent wind caresses my cheek like a fatherly hand stretched out And the shadows flutter in fading light, they’re alive As hatred breeds in the twilight sky
A beautiful scenery of despair, a mystic act of the purest grief Coming alive (coming alive) in the madness of night I’m dazzled by secrets the darkness dwells
Once again I witness this play Of souls crying out in pain A fruitless search in the wildest of dreams To wash away the bloodstains They die over and over again Once immortal brave men Now wander the earth in confusion A quest for answers to their grief It’s all part of the nocturnal theatre
A painful act of misery In a mist of madness they hide Winds of grief carry them on Through their darkest secrets Screams of horror echoes strong Through the tormenting darkness
A beautiful scenery of despair, a mystic act of the purest grief Coming alive (coming alive) in the madness of night I’m dazzled by secrets the darkness dwells