Old, senseless thoughts half frozen in loneliness,
faster and faster we`re spinning in circles;
imprisoned in pain, floating without sound,
the death in the mist aimlessly wandering around.
Our sad eyes say: We have lost our view !
Dead souls without rest, the graves are lonely and cold.
But the promised peace I`m afraid we`ll never find,
for this place it lies so far
beyond the cruelest light...
