Having forgotten about autumn we rush into winter and get drown in cold emptiness
Having closed the hand over the warmth of our souls
For a moment we recall (call in mind) the scraps of lies and bitterness of loss

And death then has taken our souls
And we have understood there is no way back
Why can't we get nor in paradise nor in hell?
That's because we are the other ones
We are ghosts, running into the darkness

They remember only the night and the road
And ahead - ahead is only death
And no, that's not frightening, that's not the end of the jorney
There's no need to cry, this won't help

Because the tears are the moans of the soul, that will kill you soon
But the life could be so beautiful
Could be as sweet as taste of blood for a vampire
But we have choosen our way ourselves
And again and again we follow the road into the night

And once again, having forgotten about autumn and winter
We get drowned into the darkness of the ages