Years are gone without resistance
In strict yearn of outdistance
Life was stood in for existence
Stained in salty rust
We prefer to drown in penury
Wipe off days by future emery
Fill the urns by ashen memory
Bitter old age's dust
Taste the fusion of illusion and avoided solution,
Fill the fear of the feeling a foretoken through the faith
In the walls of weather everyday we forged chains and loosed them
Interfering with the past on bridges that we incinerate
Feeling aeons in the seconds that we gathered the whole life
Feeling sand that streams so slowly through our faintly trembling hands
We can take with us not more than handful
To the nothingness
Years are gone without resistance
In strict yearn of outdistance
Life was stood in for existence
Cold and crimson-lit
Past mistakes are now referring
To all naive lies we swear in
And perpetual is staring
When we step on it
