Heartbeats of a dying plane bury in eyes In the shadows of a false universe Where boundaries lie guarded by us Of the pale hand of the king of the sun All from nothing is true And nothing is all in the doom Over the visions Coldness rise from the dusk Of the dying plane Grimness of the forever Wanderings in tears On fields in the raging night On these paths of nowhere The only way that you can find Whispering voices are in my dreams