When black feathers fall,
and the leaves that are green,
turn to brown,
the day, that night, the bird of death,
will die, has arrived..
The stars have vanished,
and the dragon of time awoke, to see the dawn
of a new century.
And in the upcomming light,
we walk trough the graveyard of dreams.
And you question me: "Where do you go?".
My answer was simply: "Where I want to?".
But in your heart you knew, that nowhere was now here..
And as we walked past our beloved bridge to nowhere,
we saw a sake lying in the middle.
In the middle of that bridge to nowhere,
in a spot of silence and light in the darkness.
And about that place i will always say to you:
"Angels are born in a sake,
from death arises what brings the warm fire to the living ones,
to ease their pain. Because in live they see the only thing left,
that they can't hold: the ability to fail".