Lyrics: Cemetery Of Scream. Fin De Siecle. Colder Than Ever.

Where the sky is burning
Where the fog is lying down its wings
On the brown soil
Where are the reefs of the asphalt trees
Like lost thought
I was flying
The wooden grief lost in silence
The scream of life cold as a shudder
The acrid taste of air
On the path I walk
Loos'n' my own breath
A fool with the tick'n' clock
Bitter sorrow made by moonlight
The guest-snake fortunate gambler
It's colder than ever
Bits of life fall'n' from my hands
Searching for a dream
I don't need it