A bleeding heart A cold river Like a stone, sinking Like a fossile bone End of time - thinking Takes forever With the mind we die With the skull we cry With your teeth - measuring Your remaining time With my eyes - holding Which was never mine In a jar - deeply We can foresee Sweet madness The shadow of a burning tree With a face - glaring Into the void What makes waiting Always hoping We will die - always As in ever With our fate Allways obscured