dead souls dancing their dance 
attracted by the bright and the shining, watching the time pass by.
lost man counting his days looking back on what 
it could have [bad word] been.
but nothing happens, nothing changes. 
these are the last tears i hear you cry, 
you’ve got to take control, 
chase the ghost that still haunts your soul.
i can't remember the last time that i saw you smile, 
unsatisfied or just too tired... 
it isn't worth if it makes you sad, 
so, goodbye, we lost the most grateful path!
i'm not counting my days, 
i keep going forward continuing in my own way. 
because there is [bad word] in stagnation 
on the level of water and ice.
rise or fall!
these are the last tears i hear you cry,
 you’ve got to take control, 
chase the ghost that still haunts your soul.
and if we fall, at least we tried. 
this is all i ever had. 
and you should know 
there's no more gold to dredge in this river.