I wondered why that black car suddenly stopped at my side.
They let me know that there is no flight.
Devilish fever in their eyes when they said to me: «There is no right!
Your soul may rise so high, but there is no life beyond the tide.»
Weak and hopeless then, I stumbled into my room,
Felt it was nothing else — nothing else than a tomb.
The door was closed and sealed from outside by the sign of the moon
And something made me conscious that I would have to leave very soon.
A lonely gateway in the dawn. I tried to escape into the past,
The waves of my emotions where as a sea, so vast.
And where I came to, I found out that I was the last.
The doomful omen revealed to me became reality too fast.
No life on the other side.
No life on the other side.