Dark is the season and here is the reason
Demise and the treason when nightmares come alive

We stand and move with the rhythm of the age
Under the spell of rage, seeking refuge
Staying alive, bleeding…

Can you feel the butterflies, can you see the horizon,
Can you stand the pain, again

And now all´s drifting away

(But) One day, we´ll meet on the same way
Buried deep in our brains
We´ll recognize each other, changed but not insane

Gates of excess, flames of hate
Live a rolling thunder
The Unholy Grail
Your heart needs shelter
Your mind needs space