When time seems to be so blur
Human life in uncertain vortex
Trying to reach something strong
A great escape from this ominous world
Hundreds of thoughts fill my mindless head
Raging like an autumn storm
Leave yourself in the cradle of norm
Hear the man of integrated words
Praise the empty glory and might
Trust all obvious
When time seems to be so scorn
Human life on the verge of descent
Trying to hold something warm
A great escape towards the clouds
Thousands of wounds spill my righteous blood
Facing all the things i've done
Feed yourself among those weak ones
And drink the wine of the deadened sons
Face the dearest end and fear
Follow all obvious