Walking on an endless path, falling through an endless time.
Searching for the key, captured by he who don't understand.
I seek a way out of the wilderness of my ignorance.
Turning on the light as I pass.
Loosing all faith and hope as I see.

I enter the darkness, searching for wisdom.
A secret illusion to find.
An abyss or a dwell in a thoughtful mind.
No one can tell who's my guide.
Night is dark. Someone's disappearing in obscurity, but knows not an answer.
Unlock the doors and fly away.
Exuberance has left, it'll soon be time to go.
Show me the way.

Time is growing, now there's room.
A key for every each (to the place) where a thoughtful mind can rest.
Home, I'm longing for that reach.
Everything that is I request no more.

A bitter tear smashes the surface.
Happiness spreads it's wings, never to return.
Blackness now the state of mind, an endless age of suffering.
A statue it speaks words never to be spoken.
Forced entries opens up the soul like never healing wounds.
Will it ever disappear?

It's beautiful like moonlight touching water.
It's painful, a being torn to shreds.
It's magnificent like perfection itself.
It's awful, a being fading on the shelf.

Endless cries above and below.
Prayers they stay unheard like the silence of a world, fading into nothingness.
Time has left us in the cold, still the fires are burning.
While everything is getting old, except the sorrow in the snow.