Is there anyone here

for whom it's wholly clear

which way he wants to stay

come to light, come on: appear.

All the searchers around

look what they have found:hard life

still blind they don't hear, the sound

Rose of martyrdom a mighty storm against boredom

no deadlock each step

a thorn to the rose of martyrdom.

At the end of the game

you've been failing insane

you feel it was not real

tears have just one name.

There's no cure,

no cure for death don't wanna live to regret.

It makes no sense after all

nobody can catch the fall

no rain will wash up the pain

'till we get the call.