My world is too old - it's a deserted dark temple.
What can I find amidst the ruins?
But for Heaven I'm only a glance, forgotten here,
Where the last hopes fade like smoke.
My world is a world of empty words, cold and blind eyes.
Who brought me here, is it a demon, is it fate -
To the city of darkness and dreams, to the paradise of jesters and fools,
Where pain and conscience are forgotten, and vice is sung?
[Chorus:]
In the mirrors of the heavens, there's a flame sparkling,
And the darkness creeps over the fragments of the day.
The mirrors of the heavens reflect my gaze -
Give me the strength to make it through, do not forsake me!
Everyone has wings, everyone has their own way up.
Everyone has their own road to nowhere.
Sinners and saints, beggars and earthly kings
Are equally tortured by different fates.
[Chorus:]
In the mirrors of the heavens, there's a flame sparkling,
And the darkness creeps over the fragments of the day.
The mirrors of the heavens reflect my gaze -
Give me the strength to make it through, do not forsake me!