Seasons In The Twilight

When we learn a spiritual dance

All things are dead in our brains

Splattered red in our sky of dreams

The blood is dripping in your soul

When twilights blanket falls

All times are ending here on earth

Replaced by the others empty existence

The light you see is not the end

Ease your pain and fold your hands

Be your silent prayer for yourself

Raise your life and trust your words

And lead the hell for yourself

Kiss your eyes - in your mirror

Procure your Satan for yourself

When your name is dying in the sun

All hopes are dust in the blowing wind

Blackened void under your judgement chain

The echoes you hear are mortal pain