Nightfall tries to paint the dying skies
With the deepest dark of seas of blood
Silence is floating in a mysterious red
The light is fading and coming to an end
What's there in the air?
There is something going on behind the scenes!
Before that time when I become so restless
I was waiting for the sign
And with my seventh sense
I have felt the presence of another universe...
In a superhuman form
I'm standing beneath the fullmoon and the stars
Which have seen our first time on earth
What kind of tales could they tell us about
Our past and present and future (if we'll have at all)?
Come to a mighty power!
Reality, like an ice-cold wind
Can overthrow the dreams again
But it is real - you just can't feel
That many powers direct your steps away
Manifestation - so magnetic
Once touches you, you'll be always addicted to it
Manifestation - another kind
Of existence and a special, unknown world behind
When essence manifests itself and
It raises your mind to a hidden way
And what you believed is not true, you can' t see everything
You have to realize the fact: we are too small...
Nightfall tries to paint the dying skies...