Before the sun rests in ten thousands of years
Shall a star be born to warm the one who fears
Fragile music dying to play
Dying by counting the end of the day

The cold hidden heart pumps out snow
Regretting she has fallen so low
Can the sun still sleep tonight
Before the souls put up a fight

Reaper on a boat in a ocean of wishes
Creatures dying to be born like the old witches
Tonight they will sacrifice a bone of the good
To again calm the gods mood

Sorrow is my pillow of dreams
Demanding back my stolen screams
Fear again the one who sleeps
Fear again the one who reaps

Find a spirit in your heart of doom
Enter room after room
Give away your dreams to the jar
Forever taunted by a tribal scar...