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 frost is calling for young harvest to the night, He's for my heart... He's mourning for my soul.... I'm all alone
Every time hurt 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 time, the whispers calling for my harvest through the night, I'm crying with the wind... I'm crying for my life... I'll die
Hear the whispered dreams of the fallen...
I'll rest alone... Hear the dreams of the fallen...
frozen on my cheek while roaming through the night, And the whispers calling for my harvest to the night, crying with the wind... I'm crying for my dreams... I'll die alone