From beyond, out there the wall
 Silent twilight is slowly fall.
 Walls of live, are hit the prayer
 It [bad word] down, inside my liar.
 I am in hurry, time is flying
 Veils of sorrow take my death word
 God is playing, with chant of mankind 
 Lost illusion...of mortal season.

 How many dreams I can relive
 Sliding along the hill of time.

 How many curtains I can arise?
 With this cold pain that burn in my cry.
 How many curtains I can arise?
 When sigh of sadness, deadly in my writhing.

 From behind
 The final drama, is near to me
 Walls of live, are hit the prayer
 it cover my tear stiff.

 How many dreams I can relive
 Sliding along the hill of time.
 I can not see…but writing…
 I make ones reason for don't cry.

 This is my secret world
 Where I dream, when I die
 This is my secret word
 Where I paint, while you dream…and kill.

 To write about you, for ride the endless
 When your red flowers, protected my sadness
 To write about we, forgotten garden
 Where trees of death wood, it pierce my spirit
 Turning pages, I can relive, and change the tale
 Turning pages, I what believe and pray ones again.

 Reason, reason, there is not reason..
 For living for living in trough the prayers
 Shining darkness, ever in me
 I am sliding along the hill of time

 What is the price, for things I lived 
 I can't know show….no.

 This is my secret word
 Where I dream, when I die
 This is my secret word
 Where I paint, while you dream and kill.

 Ones upon a time there was. And then, it will be there.
 Stranger cold wind, just blowing on my hill…