Look at me, look at me I'm just like ashes in the wind, And I fly away from reality, I'm drowning in our stormy past. Bless me, bless me Send me to oblivion – I'm so tired. Let my soul just die, In the dead light of the black sun. I know a stronger feeling than hate, But this feeling is weaker than pain. And in this black and white and empty world, I'm just waiting for the tide to ebb On the deserted shore of this decaying island, That is washed by an ocean of long-thawed tears, Like a disembodied ghost – an eternal wanderer, Lost in the maze of the worlds he created.