Falling, сrying, sleeping, through the air
with the evil, shadows, moving towards the sky! 

Tomb spirits marching in the fields of eternal life crying like a God, a terrified God!

Falling, crying, sleeping in the air
with the evil, shadows, moving towards the sky! 

Behold the ancient sky, clouds of lie
Souls can't sleep, until the throne's mastering again! 
Tomb of insomnia 
can't sleep 

Cry! Cry! Cry! 

Falling, crying, sleeping the land is weak
With the evil shadows, moving towards the sky!
Tomb spirits marching, in the fields of eternity
Laughing, rotting, tainted this sorrow gone

to cry of an ancient
into the sky

Behold the ancient sky, clouds are black
Souls can't sleep, or nor can I
kill me!

Now they fall, behold the angels
Their withering souls, in blood
They can't fly
And in confusing anger, they fall so low
Now I can't sleep
Purest sorrow, embrace my soul
I can't sleep