Each day, when I awake, I’m longing for the night-time.
When darkness covers all the pain and horror we create.
Each night, when I’m asleep, I’m dreaming of a new day.
Dawn’s rising sun reveals the surroundings we create.

Watching the sun go down and close my eyes to dream, I slip away - this dark blackened theme.

Is it you, are you there? You never gave an answer.
Too tired to explain. Don’t you even give a care?
Each time, when I recall, I’m feeling so much stronger.
There’s no one else to blame. I’ll find the answers my own way.

Watching the sun go down and close my eyes to dream, I slip away - this dark blackened theme.

A cold place - unsheltered - of bodies weak and half dead.
Crossing the borderline. Infinity’s calling.
The curtain - of the night - divides in choosing one side. I’m feeling free to leave. Infinity’s call.

Watching the sun go down and close my eyes to dream, I slip away - this dark blackened theme.

A cold place - unsheltered - of bodies weak and half dead.
Crossing the borderline. Infinity’s calling.
The curtain - of the night - divides in choosing one side. I’m feeling free to leave. Infinity’s call...