The images old days, in memory
They are fading away
In the fire of oblivion
They are burning forever
Fed by present times
The images of this time
And all these hearts already gone
All those that bodies lying in my way
And all these eyes still seeing
Will fade away in silent memory
In memory the child in me which died
A long time ago
It is waving from the humid grave
The knife that stabbed my heart
Is not as sharp as it used to be
The scars will remain
But you won't be suffering again
So don't think about what might stay
You'll see nothing was in vain
Only time will show you how
Things turn out to be
Whether they'll be brightest sky or darkest misery