Sometimes the night   Brings memories, sometimes the night   Brings feelings you thought they are died   In some dusty, forgotten lost hall of your mind yes, sometimes   The night      This time a sea of ox-eyes   Painting the irises of white   Flooding mi senses with light   Filling my forgotten halls with bright      Because the lanes of the night   Always lead to railways blind   Always lead to the most pointless rhymes   Rhymes of life that sometimes we must write   Take the hand that is given to you   Let yourself to this Sunday morning      We're riding this shore to some-place beyond   So don't ever believe we'd stop by   A thousand years we've got ahead of your eyes [x2]      The further sight, always the farthest of sights   The farthest sight      Pride and might   We believe it's Nothijngrad