[00:30.72]They caught us near the street, like deer that takes refuge to the dark.
[00:37.39]Always in our backs they snapped us in our weakest moments.
[00:44.46]With broken legs you can’t run that far, they’ll obtain you fast,
[00:52.12]and take aware to hear what they mean, cause usually they speak with knives
[01:07.97][01:01.27]They speak with knives!
[01:27.54]Voices sounding like an empty orchestra that plays the soundtrack of our lies,
[01:34.42]every single note they bow or wind feels like a thorn in skin.
[01:41.80]In the end this journey was anything else but successful, one bridge too far,
[01:49.42]we searched for freedom and found nothing but a cold tomb!
[02:17.33][02:10.21]At least we found nothing but a cold tomb!
[03:10.69]To narrate retroperspectively,
[03:13.53]I never thought this trip could end up in chains,
[03:17.97]somehow we always thought,
[03:20.17]that we’d be the arsonists that will set the world on fire!
[04:50.47]And once again I’m calling the rain, to wash away this dry fields of grief,
[04:57.70]to wash away my bones and all I’ve ever feared.
[05:04.45]Everything I know for sure is that time’s a mirror itself,
[05:11.48]Somewhere along the way also the good times have to come to an end.
[05:18.62]Outside these walls I can see how night divides the day,
[05:25.72]and as the dawn falls I remember: Death always remained more perfect than life.
[05:47.12]After a while they screamed:
[05:49.72]Give ‘em blades to dig up their own graves!
[05:54.21]The dawn marked their beginning, the dawn marks the end.
[05:59.13]Give ‘em rope!