The candles have burned out
But the wind is still strong
There's no hand to hold on


The streets lead to nowhere
Darkness has fallen

There's no one to lead on

Dreams and illusions

Are gone
The swans lift their voices
In last song

They only thought
How to thrive:
Just to try

Keep yourself alive

The whispering mourning

Wipes the laughter away
There's no will to go on


The fatal tomorrow
With no warning call
Will the strong carry on?