[Holmlid, Mörck, Beethoven]

 Twilight, candlelit walls
 strong crescendo
 Highlights the lonely calls
 From my piano

 [bad word] to me
 sing your silent voice
 Remedy my envy
 Bring me one last choice

 Why, why can't you bring me to find?
 To clear your sound
 no wayfarer is blind

 See my hands
 Conducting a nightmare
 The symphony of a tragedy
 So great it devours me
 These notes are just fantasy

 Peretual dream won't let go of me
 I [bad word] to live
 without the notion of a sound
 that could open my mind

 moonlight, make me conceive
 a slow sonata
 Midnight, the dead will grieve
 to this dark cantata

 The detestable dance to my score
 they hear my cries
 Your guidance I implore

 See my hands
 [bad word] a nightmare
 the symphony of a universe
 So vast it devours me
 These nights are just fantasy

 Celestial beam, help me to see
 I [bad word] to live
 without the notion of a sound
 That could open my mind

[Solo: Mörck, Magnunsson]

 Into a unending sorrow
 festival of horror
 An orchestra of the undead

 So bright my destiny was
 Golden future
 Inside shadows amass
 Nocturnal rapture

 [bad word] to me
 Sing your silent voice
 Remedy my envy
 Bring me one last choice

 Why can't you bring me to find?
 to hear your sound
 No wayfarer is blind

 See my hands
 Conducting a nightmare
 The beauty of a melody
 Is all that inspires me
 to write my last symphony

 Perpetual dream
 never lets go of me
 I [bad word] to live
 without the notion of a sound
 That could (have) opened my mind