Mortal sinks into deep dream Before the final moment of time There will be no second time, no more Second chance to live right You wont wake anymore knowing future You will not wait for paradise and you wont fear damnation Thoughts is like distant wind which Sinks down to valleys and stops existing Your sight is fading and cold Takes your body to its icy hold Crey man steps by your side It wont disappear by looking elsewhere You have come to end of your way Silent pull, asking look We leave with silent road Without looking back No more memories No more return
crey, sink, second, silent, looking