The End Of Day

And at the end of day, pain's getting real

as no more light could shine for thousands of years

Where is the gentle haze that brings on the peace

Father of fear you ate the dark heart of night

Mind weeping rides away

tired of these long white nights

in silence I percieve

the years rolling by

for it's a puzzling feeling

that grows so much inside,

inside, inside my dream

tired and trembling I hide

A long night should feed the dawn but no light dwells here

The way to find the sun seems so distant now

Father of fear, my Lord, what are you for real?

You gave my aching heart to the wind from the abyss

Tollings of the new sun

have the same noise of dreams

while things just fall apart

and I can't resist

and like in troubled waters

I might now drown

so inside, inside my dream

tired and trembling I go

And death mows with her wing

as darkness drops down again

and wish I had courage now

equal to my desire

and have that proud look

shining in my eyes, as though

I had gazed, gazed for days

into the burning sun