lost in magic battlefields
trapped in a boundless sea
just holding to humanity
but delayed of simple shields

condamned of many
inexorable guys
gone to pot all time you carry
the vice of tastless lies

almost being heading back
but tied up of the thin strings
ever looking for a way
out of all these obligations

and as i suddenly saw the light
in the middle of the night
thousand voices started to cry
their atmosphere will never die

only dummies of good luck
decorate the listless life
the smile of every person looks
like the devils bloody knife

almost being moving back
but find out of informers
ever groping in the dark
nowhere seeking a slight light

music: brandt / thom
yrics: brandt / thom