the North is winding, undressing the mind of clothes
and the mirror is glued of unluckiness shards.
it's there freezing, your silent picture
that witness is again
seriously proofing all to be worthless
And no matter what you did, the draught is cutting against
The human figures are spitting out frozen fire from their stomaches
When someone is wanting with open hands, wishing for the best
and finally in one morning
One arrives to the gate, which is leading to emptiness.
No water is running, everything is setting on their places
The coating of water is not shadowing else than darkness
And the one figure who is walking the coast and freezing
Is walking, stays alone in there
So what is want, what are the wishes?
or is it the secrets, magic, which is getting you on move?
Who are you listening to if not any child of this world
Your justice is unfrair
your cold eyes freezes the look while the flight
refrain x2
We are counting on you, you harassed souls
the witnesses who are bullying ourselves
we are counting on you, on your name always
we swear, the defenders of evilness.