Shadows of past summer Flowers of scarlet roses will rise at dawn the world of dead oceans Spending the last forces Clambering from darkness A blackthorn will cut
the hands of your empty malice
To forget all rules of life on a minute I have to find my mirror sight I wanna look myself inside In a moment to take and break away, fly up and fall.
Ashes scattered to the wind Throwing off the shackles of dreams Fly on the way to the light Bypassing the chain of clouds (your blind soul) but, instead of blood flowers