Cold as the shimmering night ever was
are those streets I wander along
Empty are their dreadful souls,
the people I am walking among
Emptiness in their ice cold eyes
reflections from a frozen within
Players of the fatal Russian roulette
but life is a game no one can win
Unthawed are their dreams and wishes
Absorbed by the pond of perishability
Living their lives in namelessness
Living in a world of invisibility
Silent they scream for recognition
but unhearable echoes bounces back
I am the messenger of brightness
The saviour of a world in black
But I'm leaving the state of icicles behind
'Cause some things will always remain
Cold as the shimmering night ever was
I will never look back again.
