Lonely thought about a void 
 that feels so close 
 lonesome phantom shivers 
 from the coldness around 
 You are watching the chaos 
 with broken wings of crystallized glass 
 Blood is falling like branches that breed 
 For every time your heart pound 

 Weak and sad, All that occurs 
 will blind you 
 Like a lightning from the sky 
 Weak and sad, The Death 
 [bad word] to us all 
 Impressions burning like fire 

 Beating rain that cuts through your 
 skin like knives 
 Only shivering shades of red and black 
 You glance out on the scene that gives 
 you a feeling of elation 
 Everything is so silence and calm now 
 ‘til the second you hit the ground 

 The clouds are slowly falling down 
 towards the red edge of the horizon 

 You are asking yourself over and 
 over again: “where did everything go?” 
 Torned and injured but no one can 
 hear your lamentation 

 The mist appears from the field that 
 you are standing on 
 Mourning tones performed in agony 
 Cold, you are trying to find warmth, in vain 
 Loneliness spreads its wings around you 
 Where you stand on your mound