When the last angel's falling above the crimson sea, By the final rising, I don't even see
How the silent tears are flowing from the reaper's eyes, As the frost is calling young harvest to night, He's crying for my heart... He's mourning for my soul.... I'm all alone
Every time I myself, I somehow still survived, Every time my dreams were killed, but they always came back alive
Tears frozen on my cheek while roaming through the And the whispers calling for my harvest through the night, I'm crying with the wind... I'm crying for life... I'll die alone
Hear the whispered of the fallen...
I'll rest alone... Hear the whispered dreams of the fallen...
Tears frozen on my cheek while roaming through the night, And the whispers for my harvest to the night, I'm crying with the wind... I'm for my dreams... I'll die alone