The lost faith withers in the depth of the soul
No more time for love it sets with the sun
The lost youth each day follows the last
Beauty is fading but stays in the hearts of the weary...

Stop so i can hear that quiet cry,
Thoughts are drowning in desires
Of the devil's dreams, the devil's dreams

Having the knowledge, you pass through good and evil,
When the word wounds, the looks of dead days
I try to take the suffering of past loves from paradise

A blasphemy-i walk through the dark
Knowing your shade-to live with just a game
A fervour's burning-my desire
Be yourself-grief threatens my innocence,
Coming closer a miserable world