Let's put the sleeping travelers
To their romantic dreams.
They are flying to the fiery towers,
Driving by the ruthless
North winds.
They who saw the bleeding stones
On the way to the kingdom of lies
Should never return
To the tower of
wisdom.
This is the twilight land
Of the drifting mist.
Kingdom of lies,
Kingdom of my fantasies.
Kingdom of
lies,
Kingdom of my fantasies.
The birds burnt in the sky
Would tell about this land,
About the boundless
valleys,
Covered by their ashes.
There I left my heart.
Whatever I do,
I can't take it back.
No way.
Never
repent.
Tolerable pain.
Intolerable light.
Again and again
The blessed night...
The time when I'll die
Is becoming
visible on the golden plate.
But It isn't perceptible yet,
And I'm setting free my hate!
But It isn't perceptible yet,
And I'm
setting free my hate!