such wisdom is too delicate to touch   as the dark water closes in   tears of blood fill the streets again   we shall not regain our strength   in our sleep we have only one    chance to glorify the ghosts   of the brave      you always think about your life   as such a living sacrifice    but when your time is up   there will be no chance again      there is no time for an apology   go seek the trees for the safety   there is no sand in my hands   the forests with no canopy      this is my life   its a matter of time      as we stand alone   we overcome   our darkest days are over      such wisdom is too delicate to touch   as the dark water closes in   tears of blood fill the streets again   we shall not regain our strength   in our sleep we have only one    chance to glorify the ghosts   of the brave      you always think about your life   as such a living sacrifice    but when your time is up   there will be no chance again      everything dies   nothing will live      everything dies   everything will be mine