Now, that I´m lost
You can follow me throgh nowhere
Close your eyes... be my guest
Have you heard of the empty places
She fell inside down through a hole
Did she know?
Where does it lead?
Where the stairs of void begin
Almost gone , almost not.
When winter plays tainted songs
The wind seems to blow the notes
And I feel this time it will sound like a storm
Oh no!
Now, that Im lost
You can follow me through nowhere
Close your eyes, be my guest
Have you heard of the empty places?
She fell inside down through a hole
Did she know?
Where does it lead?
Where the stairs of void begin
Almost gone almost not
It's time to awake now
But maybe it's much too late
This dream has their rythm
And soon the end will meet the Light!