Hundreds of nights, hundreds of days All mercilessly sad All marked with pain In the dark you head towards the crossroads Where the wind blows without restraint Cold and soulless like a wax figure At times rising over the clouds You won t get here in the daytime, You won t see anything in the light of day The gale is flapping its iron wing Staring inside with its eyes like two abyssal vaults Hundreds of nights, hundreds of days All mercilessly sad All cruelly lonely All pervaded with gloom All marked with pain The armoured heart won t break, it ll just fall into the gulf of feelings Sleep s hounding you like a pack of wolves Watching you trapped within the stillness of dead silence Your legs heavy like black tombs You ve been roaming like that for centuries Eyes so dark that you need to turn away lest you fall into the void Murk seeps in every night Your eyes quietly fading away like the moon over the sea Their deathly hands upon your brow The sleepless flock pushing at you Leering at you Over at the sky that never ever dawns Fell clouds of pallid spectres spellbinding shadows bleak Eyes so dark that you need to turn away lest you fall into the void Murk seeps in every night, of blackness made