The road takes me through the piles of gold
Empty shadows of a beauty once lost
The wind is playing with locks of dead hair
Bare-headed corpses stretch their arms in the air
I walk through solemn scenery of decay
A landscape painted only one shade of gray
The air is touched by a cool gentle breeze
A kiss to remind you that soon you will freeze
But then i see the endless blue sea over my head
Islands of white clouds drifting across
For a while it seems that the perfect moment is there
A fine point where the scales are in balance
But the next second it becomes clear
That it's just the last stop on the way
To a final destination...
The storm is coming
To tear this peaceful sky
The air will be ripped by thundering roar
The earth shall tremble, and heavens fall
Onslaught of the water and rage of the wind
Will break down and tear the weakened limbs
And while the horizon is quiet and clear
I sense the attack is coming near
So cherish these last few moments of calm
Before all is lost to a merciless storm
I bathe in the fading rays of sunlight
The farewell smile
I dream that these lips will touch my cheek
One more time
I remember the joy
Of feeling the tender touch on my skin
When the days were longer
It's tempting to think they will return
To warm our hearts again
But the air is cold
Empty shadows of a beauty once lost
The wind is playing with locks of dead hair
Bare-headed corpses stretch their arms in the air
I walk through solemn scenery of decay
A landscape painted only one shade of gray
The air is touched by a cool gentle breeze
A kiss to remind you that soon you will freeze
But then i see the endless blue sea over my head
Islands of white clouds drifting across
For a while it seems that the perfect moment is there
A fine point where the scales are in balance
But the next second it becomes clear
That it's just the last stop on the way
To a final destination...
The storm is coming
To tear this peaceful sky
The air will be ripped by thundering roar
The earth shall tremble, and heavens fall
Onslaught of the water and rage of the wind
Will break down and tear the weakened limbs
And while the horizon is quiet and clear
I sense the attack is coming near
So cherish these last few moments of calm
Before all is lost to a merciless storm
I bathe in the fading rays of sunlight
The farewell smile
I dream that these lips will touch my cheek
One more time
I remember the joy
Of feeling the tender touch on my skin
When the days were longer
It's tempting to think they will return
To warm our hearts again
But the air is cold