• As day passes and night comes,
    it grows stiff and cold.

    As the night comes I open my wings to the silence,
    while times passes I'll stay still.

    In dreams I await to be set free,
    durring the day I whant to be locked up.

    As all is well and equall,
    this is my life.

    The fighting stops and ambitions subside,
    out of the ruins man can see life is fradgile.

    Hanging in the balance life and death,
    our lives end and others begin.

    As we all do.