Now the blood runs to a coffin bed so fresh Each sorrow fades with the barren flesh I desert my useless body and mourning place Finally I've found the exit in life's maze My resurrection! I am an old stowaway that can't stay With growing wings I glide away I drift deeper into the tunnel's white And I touch my last remaining light My resurrection! Lost colours are recaptured in a funeral from my past Everything breaks inside my blackened world of glass Fallen is my soul's darkness with the last grain of sand A blue horizon is reflected for that journey's end Now the blood runs to a coffin bed so fresh Each sorrow fades with the barren flesh I desert my useless body and mourning place Finally I've found the exit in life's maze