The night fall dressed in black tears and torments are spiling from the sky upon the land of sin thunder explode the silent of dawn from the land of the white dreams with brutality take of my soul setting free in my memory scenes of an old moment falling down as an angel without wings I return to the begin Though the wall that apart of innocence Washing the begin of the way of the end The stage of dramas and puppets it´s opened Is this life? Or sarcastic delirium of cray goodness drifing forever Sowing their monster and creations Now the white pages will be stain For the impure blood and from the blood Will stand the lines of affiction Like parts of sad poem The innocence is braking Asn his pieces falling slowly As dead leaves in autumn