The cruelest month
Black burning sun
This time it's my turn

No more tears
Nothing is real
Your time now is come

Sad eyed princess
Bronze skinned dream
Few minutes and then the truth

Work hours war
When will you talk to me
Once it was love
It's over, i am

In hail
In hail

You look at
Me can't you see
I'm a man without a goddess to worship
Empathy
Should you feel
For a man without a goddess to worship

As i'm falling down
This open wound in my soul
I wreck within
A see of solitude