Gothminister - We Die In Dreams

She casts no shadow in the streets of the dead machines and ruined children are the angels in our dreams And these are changes in a world she used to know She found redemption in a past that came undone We are all on our way to damnation If we die in dreams we die for real Empty faces, blind and grimm black hearts won"t pitty sin cold breath, endless quest for Sanity in demons nest He who sees her watches her fall Yet he"s the blindest of them all He couldn"t hear he couldn"t feel The darkest call from those who bleed