Texty: Throes Of Dawn. Binding Of The Spirit. On Broken Wings Of Despair.

Haven't we lost it all, allready:
Blue skies turned to evergray
Each dawn turned blacker
so deep the embrace of dismay

( We could see
our fantasies decaying
We could hear
our dreams breaking )

Nothing will ever shine again
Nothing will ever be the same again
Nothing will ever rise again
On broken wings of despair

I have no fear for the flames of Hell
For nothing can ever be worse than this
A world through the veil of tears
Perpetual autumn of my soul