Whirlwind of deadly thoughts
tear out his body from sleep
Cold memories within his head
enter deeper, they creep
He can’t know his name can’t remember
that hell he’s passed through
Only his dreams remind something
that could be come true
Ref.:
Maybe dead, maybe left alone
Maybe forgotten there in the island of snow
Can he find? Can he be looking for?
Can he ever get back his lost conscience
… his soul?
Glass fields with no life
the aurora covers the skies
Men vanish in mist
but near in the abyss one cries
Solo
Memory’s back he can know
that the dream has been real
Man in the abyss was friend
and he let him die there
Returning back to that place
he’s got nothing in mind
Falling to knees asks the God
if to live or to die