Backwards, I'm covering miles along
war I'm battling alone
Against waves during a storm

Against golden oceans of grain
Between the blueballs and the sand
I'm arid and backhand

I feel impurest empty
Forlorn, sharpened tempty
Samaritan where I belong
-I have been crowned grey inside

This Night is neverending
Pitch black, [bad word] descending
Gathering into the abyss
-I am the enslaved solitaire

Midnight, the candle sputters slow
Illuminates my sins and sakes
As the winter leaves its wakes

Starwards, back to back with
My unconcious fear to face the [bad word] 
But tonight [bad word] for you

At first glance I'll belong to you
At second hand you will taste my irrelevance
At last you will feel my solitude,
And you will walk away...

I feel impurest empty
Forlorn, sharpened tempty
Samaritan where I belong
-I have been crowned grey inside

This Night is neverending
Pitch black, [bad word] descending
Gathering into the abyss
-I am the enslaved solitaire

(Guitar solo: Both, Aydan)

The third is the sympathetic age
And then you will finally have fear
At last you will feel my solitude
And it will be too late...