IN THE MIDDLE OF THE MAELSTROM OF THE FAST PASSING TIME

NOW AND HERE WE EXIST BETWEEN THE SHADOWS OF THE PAST

IN NEUROTIC LUXURY AND FROSTWORK ON OUR EYES

LIKE THE HOARFROST ON A MEADOW ARE THE PLEASURES THAT WE ENJOY

BUT THEN CAME DISILLUSION, A FEAR FROM YESTERDAY

AND NOW YOU ARE RUNNING

WITH TRAILS, TRAILS OF BLOOD

TRAILS OF BLOOD BEHIND YOU

WE WERE FALLING IN MADNESS WITHOUT TWINGES OF CONSCIENCE

ON A SHIP OF FICTION WE ENJOY THE AFFLUENCE

THE RESULTS WERE MOT HERE AND SO WE COULD NOT UNDERSTAND

AND AFTER THOUSANDS OF YEARS WE AWOKE FROM THE DREAM OF LIFE

BUT THEN CAME DISILLUSION, A FEAR FROM YESTERDAY

AND NOW YOU ARE RUNNING

WITH TRAILS, TRAILS OF BLOOD

TRAILS OF BLOOD BEHIND YOU

NOW WE ARE OLDER AND WE LOOK DOWN

YOU FAILED THOUSANDS O YEARS TO LOOK BEHIND YOU

TO AWAKE FROM THE DREAM OF LIFE, THE DREAM OF LIFE