Broken pieces of candel Lying on my soul Time is too soft to handle And the mirror is so cold I have pictured myself On the streets of the universe Red rain is falling into my head And all colours seem to be mad I´ll hold the fire Until it burns my face A slave of desire On his endless race I have put my thoughts On the altar of hope And the battle I have fought Is lost no time for god Broken pieces of candel Lying on my soul And no man is here to handle My life as I´m growing old