Mist cloaked dormant rivers
The cimmerian shades became sole season
The bleak moonscapes can shed a tear
Time went away.

A silvery night, when your embrace becomes dust
The Sienna skies, in a garden of mistrust
While the heavens burn in frame of lie
In the death of your dream, in the dead of night.

Silhouettes eluded from my closed eyes,
From my dream, from my dimness.
I've let the wind of clay wear out my eyes,
I've let the solemn air overcome me.

A silvery night, when your embrace becomes dust
The Sienna skies, in a garden of mistrust
While the heavens burn in frame of lie
In the death of your dream, in the dead of night.

We carelessly stay and behold the silvery way
The banks of our dying world, our empty rivers
We could scream, bleed or cry all our sullen tears
This is our last hour,
This is our last time time