Текст песни ABYSSPHERE - Один во тьме

I can not see stars or beacons: a mist,
Nullifies the result of all the efforts.
I astray - one of those furrows
Endless sea of ​​empty expectations.

Approaching storm
The Final Storm.
And rage - Violin
In his symphonies.
Approaching storm
The Final Storm,
Able through vserazrushenie
To come into harmony.

And again, in a way: look for your light, your shelter.
Suppose someone says, I try to bad.
Well, I could stay and play,
Play the role of who I am not.

Approaching storm
The Final Storm.
And rage - Violin
In his symphonies.
Approaching storm
I'm devastated,
I'm waiting for him like saving,
Himself hoping to fill them.

Not enough for all the elements of force, to pay back the clock.
All that was given to me more than once, but only in order to then take away.
And the way that the chosen one, were always just a blank wall.
The fog will dissipate with the arrival of the night, and I'm alone - in the dark.