The grey southern ghosts... again Announce me (falling in silence)...that The Crawling mirrors Are coming for us. Blinded by / their shining skin By their colours / We're trapped helplessly Taking away all that we have Taking away our joys and cries Travelling through / the endless currents (Drifting) our best / and sweetest memories Watch the horizon when they are gone Watch them burning by the sun Sardonic movements of fate And today I make this toast I raise my glass, and drown... and drown all my pain.