…What does the free fall feel like? Asks the boy with a spark in his eye Know why the nightingale sings Is the answer to everything Taking a step to the world unbound Spinning my fantasies all around Freed from the…

…to the carnival of life The beauty of this ride ahead such an incredible high It's hard to light a candle, easy to curse the dark instead This moment the dawn of humanity The last ride of the day Once upon a night…

…for Set on fire our land adored Is there a reason why we've fought? And once more pride comes before the fall After sinless blood's been sacrificed The earth will be purified Our appetite now satisfied (but never justified) Light up the last candle and let it burn bright…

…I call and I call Just to make things right Have I lost the fight Where were you last night I beg and I cry I keep asking why Where were you last night Where were you last night Lost In the dark and my fears If only…

…gardens of dying light And cross all the rivers deep and dark as the night Searching for a reason why time passes by With every step I take, the less I know myself Every vow I break on my way towards your heart Countless…

…the stream With their untrue beliefs. He's been drifting For so long, Searching for the land. Where heroes roam. In the horizon, The last ray of light, A breeze from the other side, Before he dies. Dividing walls of…

…SEEN THE LIGHT AND SHADOW, IT HAS MADE YOU DISTANT, IT CAN LAST FOR HOURS. YOU HAVE A LOT MORE TO GIVE, YOU JUST DOUBT TO SEE IT. YOU ARE GOOD IN EVERYTHING, ITS WASY TO SEE, EVEN THOUGH, I CANT FEEL IT. YOU HAVE CONSENTRATED, TO THE WORK AND TRAVELLING, IT IS ALL FUN, NOT SO BORING, THAT MANY OTHER THING.…

…street Last Virgin lives for the day she'll see the light Lonely Last Virgin knows what it takes to do things right In her heart, in her head, when she's laying on her bed Lonely Last Virgin knows what it takes to do…

…as you’d be done by Enter history, the grand finale Enter Ratkind Man, he took his time in the sun Had a dream to understand A single grain of sand He gave birth to poetry But one day’ll cease to be Greet the last light…