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An impression, cold and sharp as a sword's blade, cutting dreams

To divide the day from night to assort the facets of my mind

It creeps through the darkness and through my head

It fills me and makes me cry instead

When will you return? When the moon shows its dark side?

When the sun fails to shine in the sky and when the world prepares to die?

When's the time to understand? When will you comprehend?

It's when the sun fails to shine in the sky and when the world prepares to die

A flickering flame reveals the scheme of the guardian guiding the entrance

To the door noone can pass, standing between light and darkness

You have to choose before you get there whether you're good or bad

The choice, it makes me cry instead

When will you return? When the moon shows its dark side?

When the sun fails to shine in the sky and when the world prepares to die?

When's the time to understand? When will you comprehend?

It's when the sun fails to shine in the sky and when the world prepares to die

Is it really necessary to paint in black or white, without any colour?

Doesn't it make life much more exciting than everything else?

These thoughts they haunt me and fill my head

The choice, it makes me cry instead

When will you return? When the moon shows its dark side?

When the sun fails to shine in the sky and when the world prepares to die?

When's the time to understand? When will you comprehend?

It's when the sun fails to shine in the sky and when the world prepares to die!