The night has ended yet the day at birth
The past has died and sank with the moon
I am waiting the light staring at the skies
No horizon and no sun appears
Maybe it's the end

I will always remember the blinding sun of joy
And I will always call the strength of life within
I will hide beneath the silence of your time
And I will always scream salvation from this life

Maybe it's the end of all the innocent dreams
no one can hear me now

I miss the taste of warmth
Coldness eats my bones
Is this eternal night?

Or July of crimson sea?