Desert Plains are always waiting Beyond your wasted Door There's a Place for all our yearning But no one dare to go Through the Eye of the Storm Where the cold Winds blow the Sails Like an eternal Caravan of broken Souls We're damned to roam the Dark It's a Fight for the Criminals of the Night On the desolate Road of Time Always heading for those golden Eyes It's the Prize for the Criminals of the Night In the Lottery of their Lives But they'll never find those golden Eyes Painted Smiles on hollow Mirrors Betray your empty Mind Innocence's a grand Illusion A Vision for the Blind Through the Fire we go On the Oceans of Decay Like an eternal Caravan of broken Souls We're damned to roam the Dark It's a Fight for the Criminals of the Night On the desolate Road of Time Always heading for those golden Eyes It's the Prize for the Criminals of the Night In the Lottery of their Lives But they'll never find those golden Eyes The Jury's gone blind To Dreamers on Trial There is a Line in the Court of Dreams Where those who wait for Eternity Can only Hope to be Guilty to die It's a Fight for the Criminals of the Night On the desolate Road of Time Always heading for those golden Eyes It's the Prize for the Criminals of the Night In the Lottery of their Lives But they'll never find those golden Eyes The Jury's gone blind The Jury's gone blind To Dreamers on Trial