When the countdown begins unexpectedly
No fighting against time, no making deeds of bravery, no great legend
Like a delicate straw in the wind, torn away by autumn storm
Heart wants to beat itself out of the chest
Have to run faster, otherwise evil catches up
And shadows just grow
Cold numbers measure power
Years drag them after them
It's crowded in all bases
Bases loaded!1
Rowing in dark waters
Wandering around when the direction is known is burned time
No use to look back anymore
Jaws press against the chest, staring at the floor
Like trying to find there that which time took with it to the history
When there's a dead end ahead
It's time to look the truth in the eye
It's crowded in all bases
Bases loaded!
Rowing in dark waters
Wandering around when the direction is known is burned time
No use to look back anymore
1. Refers to the baseball term.