Faded pictures
Seen and never lived
Pieces of a life
That's never been finished
That's never existed
The mirror and its reflection
Distorted images
Figures without a face
That were never born
That have never died
Look upon this wasted garden
Where the lovers love is lost
Rising from the evil darkness
Rising from the fallen frost
Look upon this wasted garden
Where the angels are falling down
In the marble rock are carved
On the grave a tear of blood
Frames that have never been filled
Slaves of your time
They get lost in the echo
Never heard
Never understood
And just like black pitch
Submerged in its crying
Reflections without light
Like a shout
Timeless
Look upon this wasted garden
Where the lovers love is lost
Rising from the evil darkness
Rising from the fallen frost
Look upon this wasted garden
Where the angels are falling down
In the marble rock are carved
On the grave a tear of blood