There was an age when no night Would ever give birth to day A still life painted in shades of grey A moving canvas within a masquerade Men were excited by delusions Thoughts in crimson and velvet All were involved in a pretense In colours bright, yet monotone Their course of life was defined By a nature no man could understand A tree of life that holds a heart inside It holds the wisdom of the forgotten land Men dream of silence Their thoughts so eager They fell deep in dreams unveiled Infernal bliss, their destiny Where darkness forever reigned Eternal purgatory In sadness men were drowning They reap the harvest of life Perceiving their deception In the purity of night Their hearts are bleeding silent When they see in the distance A thousand dying angels In the glowing scarlet sky The aeon of twilight seemed to end The northerlight fell from above Life that once was frozen for years Was pouring down in rain and tears Facing what was still unknown In melancholy, few men drowned Releasing their hate and sorrow In sadness, all others sunk Eras have passed since the day of delight The realm of ice, now a blooming kingdom A still life painted in tints of crimson A fresco of pieces innumerable Men dream of silence Their thoughts so eager They fell deep in dreams unveiled Infernal bliss, their destiny Where darkness forever reigned Eternal purgatory In sadness men were drowning They reap the harvest of life Perceiving their deception In the purity of night My heart is bleeding silent When I see in the distance A thousand dying angels Stealing your life