We were walking in the streets,
Without even a look.
We were last,
Only until morning.
But the morning was dirty,
And our dreams are broken.
There is nothing left,
Armies of the night.
Is it already too late?
Maybe too soon.
There is nothing left to sleep but
Sleep or cry.
And no one knows,
That our dreams were there.
There is nothing left,
Armies of the night.
Oh I want the night,
To hold your hand.
Oh I want the night,
To believe it again.
Lost close to me.
What are your wishes?
We are alone again,
But so fragile now.
And more place to go.
Nowhere to hide.
There is nothing left,
Armies of the night.
Oh I want the night,
To hold your hand.
Oh I want the night,
To believe it again.
I do not want to watch anymore,
Their hands reaching out.
I do not want to listen anymore,
Their voices that break
I just want another night,
Who protects us finally.
Every last survivor,
Armies of the night.