Pale faces are passing by, disdained and unknown Along silent graveyards, I watch the children play Nothingness between the ruins of Metropolis Once the past repaired the childhood's wounds away Stumbling through the streets of cold anonymity Cruel mortality and nothing remained Stumbling through the streets of cold anonymity Nothing remained from times we were free People are strange, not a laughter without sense Autumn hunts the masses back into their caves In this winter Winter Solitude a feeling's so intense The dark wasteland of facades it's not worth any tears A dark veil in the skies, loneliness around These ways were once a part of me and not worth their aims Winter has returned, to pretend the people Days become shorter, God is playing final games