Текст песни
In the shadow of the rising sun,
Where the ashes of the past still burn,
I hear the echo of a broken song,
A hymn to those who’ll never return.
We walk the path of shattered dreams,
In fields where the dead still scream,
Our hearts are cold, our faces pale,
In this world where all must fail.
Beneath the moon’s cold, hollow gaze,
We march in step, lost in a daze,
The whispers of the wind’s embrace,
Tell of a time we can’t erase.
The night will fall, the stars will die,
Under this dark, indifferent sky,
We fade away, without a name,
In the end, we’re all the same.
