Sometimes the night 
Brings memories, sometimes the night 
Brings feelings you thought they are died 
In some dusty, forgotten lost hall of your mind yes, sometimes 
The night 

This time a sea of ox-eyes 
Painting the irises of white 
Flooding my senses with light 
Filling my forgotten halls with bright 

Because the lanes of the night 
Always lead to railways blind 
Always lead to the most pointless rhymes 
Ryhmes of life that sometimes we must write 
Take the hand that is given to you 
Let yourself to this Sunday morning 

We're riding this shore to some-place beyond 
So don't ever believe we'd stop by 
thousand years we've got ahead of your eyes

The further sight, always the farthest of sights 
The farthest sight 

Pride and might 
We believe it's Nothijngrad.