You think that this night will be the last
The loathsome details of this tranquility
Beyond from the last frontiers of the mother earth
All of a sweat bodies and black murky shapes, uh
Recollections and dirges mangled by the time
The ideals worship of this crude religion, after every dawn
Hoping for a rainbow that may never come
Shadows which you can't feel
Macabre apparition
Like a flight of dead swans
Macabre apparition
Unable to see the forest for the trees
Oh
You think that this night will be the last
The loathsome details of this tranquility
Beyond from the last frontiers of the mother earth
All of a sweat bodies and black murky shapes
Macabre apparition
Like a flight of dead swans
Macabre apparition
Unable to see the forest for the trees
Oh
Macabre apparition
