Holy Moses - Seasons In The Twilight

When we learn a spiritual dance All things are dead in our brains Splattered red in our sky of dreams The blood is dripping in your soul When twilights blanket falls All times are ending here on earth Replaced by the others empty existence The light you see is not the end Ease your pain and fold your hands Be your silent prayer for yourself Raise your life and trust your words And lead the hell for yourself Kiss your eyes - in your mirror Procure your Satan for yourself When your name is dying in the sun All hopes are dust in the blowing wind Blackened void under your judgement chain The echoes you hear are mortal pain