Текст песни
The night pulls tight with city lights
The city breathes
It feels like every quiet sound
I hear
Returns a thousand echoes deep in me
But no, it’s only
Sounding so to me
The mournful creak of open doors
The evening slips inside unseen
The sway of heavy, shuttered walls
Awakes something in me — but what does it mean
Light and dark, the night, the day
A tired theme, a lazy mind
The worn-out road has reached its end
A crossroads waiting, last in line
A black-cloaked monk is watching close
Just to be there
When the scythe must fall
My eyelids close, my spirit weak
It lifts to skies without a sound
The chains of inner torment break
Who knows what waits, what’s all around
