Climbing the highs you lost the fire
Climbing the highs you found the dark
Trying to escape and denying
But what you hear in the night, are the sounds of your dreams
The sound of your dreams
Everything is a trial
And everything is a lie
You are choosing a path
And there is no turning back
Outside is waiting the cold
Outside is waiting the cold
So, you will rise and fall again
At the end
And you will rise or fall again
In the end