As through the mist I saw your face Blood on the cross on the white rags In the silence I heard your voice Gla** of pain in the devil's land Blow of wind in the gothic castle Scorn of suffering close in hatred When the time of d**h has go close They sing the peons to their lords Stars were falling deep in the darkness With the hope for immortal life But they will rise again When the dusk will call the memory The souls removed the world border beyond Where people exist only like shadows The meadow of nothingness which is decoration In the moonlight In the landscape of immortality which is Seen with eyes of thirsty hears The reality is sawn the dust of suffering and wait When the twilight set in again