The sky is grey; the horizon faded
Hope so far and time stands still
Darkness embraces the soul
(And) raindrops wash away the traces

The flames are casting shadows
Have no fear and [bad word] me
The gates are wide open
Give me your hand and let the spirit flow

Spit out the lies you're wearing
And snowfall [bad word] sand and slipping
Through your fingers
Listen to the river's sound and the
Whispering of the wind
Faces look back; but there's a question
Which I ask

Person in the mirror; demon or angel [bad word] away - you can not win
Show your face and listen to the voices
In your head