Glow will be the sign
The stories scream in behind
Yet another blast in gloom
Who can see somebody squeals at doom?

Betray their sorrow, even when
Times ever more unclear;
Haunting in perfectly screen
On the roads we could tell
Gloomy feeling through the ringing bell

As night is never fully penetrable,
Shadow can be a metaphor
An old shine we are waiting for;
Where everything becomes holy
Grow us sword, so victory!

Portray the untold
Keep hands still into my hold
Bravely hearts come from finding
Even when words lose their meaning