Souls gather in the middle of the darkness,

Voices are breaking down the silence,

Echoes of forgotten love shouts in their hearts,

Pain washes the fire burning in their iced eyes.

Screaming, shouthing, trying to breathe in this black galaxy,

They search in stars for a last word, for a blue sky,

But all they see is a beautiful spring coming in their life,

Tearing apart everything they bilt, what they’ve tried,

Bringing the cold of winter in the house.

They watch from distance an endless fight,

Seeking for shelters in the middle of the night,

And trough the red light of their last so called “alive”

They can see their shadows laying on the ground.

Who will lead them back into their beloved camp, into the dark?

Who’s gonna stand with shadows growing in the light?

Who will be the next to reach the new lavel of their pride?

Will they still want to live in these lifeless times?

Like faith guiding the souls in it’s home,

A greater shadow is coming from the unknown;

The enemy of the enemy’s kingdom of light,

Running away from the place he used to love last night,

Comes to unite them, and all the shadows put their heads down,

Because this is the saving of their heartless fight.

And toghether, they are stronger, they are one,

Wanting to stab the knife, to end with this lightened light.

The weapon they need is right there, standing at the end of the times:

The forgotten warrior of their enemy’s pride,

The ruler of the night in disguise, confessing that their time will come,

That they will break down the wall, but they won’t fall,

Because it’s Shadows time to re unfold!