He spent the last night awake, writing with his sweat
The candle wasting away, devouring the black thoughts
Emotions and lust of greatness spread in dark ideas

As if a single note could reveal his own soul

But no one seems to hear, this indifference drives him mad

He wants to feel his life before the angels strike back

Ref :

Once more he composed a song without a crowd
This dream was just a light spark in the dark
Once more the candle shone only for a soul

The spark will never shine anymore

The music is a game where you can live forgotten

One note can make you lose, and lead you to your death
A magical melody can make you forsaken
Let's play the harmony and pray it makes you breath


Your feather will not write another single note
And no one will remember you