As we peer on us,we are special.
Knowin‘ too much,how we live sideways.
Neither over the soil nor over the sea,
you won‘t find the way to us.
Out of north-out of ice,out of death-our life,our luck...
We‘ve found it,knowin the path.
We‘ve found the exit,from the maze of millennium.
Out of north-out of ice,out of death-our life,our luck...
Once we were brave-once we were unfair.
And when we frowned they called us as fatal.
As we wept in rotting space.
Better live in coldness than live between.
The thrill-the volume-damming of the strength.
As we desired for focus and activity.
Our destiny was foreseen.
The thrill-the volume-damming of the strength.
As we desired for focus and for the activity.
But were never too close to the coward’s luck...
As we wept in rotting space.
Better live in coldness than live between.
Once we were brave-once we were unfair,
as we frowned they called us fatal.
And now we peer on us and we still be special,
but the known path is gone.
And neither over the soil nor over the sea,
you won‘t find the way to us,anymore.
As we wept in rotting space.
Better live in coldness than live between.
The thrill-the volume-damming of the strength,
As we desired for focus and activity.