There was a time of pride and faith The fight had sense, you felt the strenght Life was then so clear and right No fear could ever veil your mind Now the tide is dragging you To endless coasts of solitude Where everything seems cold and vain No will enough to leave your grave But some day you will find a place Where being again the man you were Where feel the flames down in your heart And never lose your ideals The stars are falling upon your head In the darkest night you had to run away The body shattered with your own blade Void is all that remains behind When the enemy is coming from inside Your mission now is torn in pieces The idols lost The faith is gone All hope is lost Runing back to nowhere (By Dickinson)