Our tears are drying on the stony lips.
I pray for you, embrace me one last time.
This world will leave us. Follow me into the slipping
Bliss — to disappear within refined crime.
The road to nowhere blessed the night of final sleep.
We’ll not wake up here anymore.
The realm of dreams will be our shelter, lost and deep.
Dark labyrynth without Salvation’s door

Unseen Artist Realm plays with our fates.
The morning will not come for us.
We are withered flowers at Oblivion’s gates.
Burnt out, fallen stars…
The picturs of our future are covered with snow.
Oh, cruel artist, who inspires you&
Our dreams fade away in memories of evening glow.
The Grief, which no one ever knew…

Where sleepless wild wind roams,
Where mothers swaddle stones,
I resurrect your call.
Where wreaths of lovers’ hearts
Float into whirpool’s arms,
We arise and fall