Syridas melodic-death / Ostrava

It′s night,it's peace,darkness looms over on the city
You cannot sleep,remember again
You have to decide,if you want to do it

You always did,what you didn′t want to
They're pulling your strings,preparing your end

Never this black morning
You fight with a dream, with your fucking mind

So run away from these,these sleepless nights
So begin to live,or quickly die


So throw away these fucking lies,Out of this world
Your trouble will be dead

Never this black morning
You fight with a dream, with your fucking mind

So run away from these,these sleepless nights
So begin to live,or quickly die
So throw away these fucking lies,Out of this world
Your trouble will be dead

Do, what you want
Life in the shadow is without sense

You are forever alone
You want to know, what will be tomorrow


And you will never wake