Songtext von The Fourth Ray Of Light

Every night the air covers itself with blood and on awakening everything returns as before The icy wind is following our existence and we talk about strange dreams Something is coming here but nobody knows what war is and nobody fights From up there it looks like a movement of small coloured pies and it would be funny is somebody realizes it but to be merciful with idiots is wrong and the truth lies hidden behind a few leafs I look through a window your steps carrying you away invincible, disenchanted steps Every night the air covers itself with blood and on awakening everything returns as before