In a moment of a nightfall, threshold of a storm Overture fades and the shades grow deep
All alone, forced to witness same play every day Ground moans in black, newborn leaves fall and decay
For so long neither the wind has blown Nor the sun shone to dry the pus in my wounds
Gradually spirit of our age dissipates Dead emotions can't replace frustration and disgrace
From the cradle to the grave Dancing in dark, atonal haze Helical path leading downwards... Maybe its time for us to leave Helter shelter we achieved Failed creation of our symphony...
And then the pain strikes again...
Drawing last poison breath, as the rain falls Our creations of violence, now the drain calls
All our time spent to solve this mount of troubles The more I try I dissolve to all fading Gray.