Is there anyone here
for whom it`s wholly clear
which way he wants to stay
come to light, come on: appear.
All the searchers around
look what they have found:hard life
still blind they don`t hear, the sound
Rose of martyrdom a mighty storm against boredom
no deadlock each step
a thorn to the rose of martyrdom.
At the end of the game
you`ve been failing insane
you feel it was not real
tears have just one name.
There`s no cure,
no cure for death don`t wanna live to regret.
It makes no sense after all
nobody can catch the fall
no rain will wash up the pain
`till we get the call.