Woorden: Motionless In White. The Seventh Circle.

The sun is silent in this place, throw these hopes into the flames. Place these dreams in the palm of your hand and crush them to dust. I'm reaching out to a hand that no longer extends and letting go has never been my thing. Lets wave one last goodbye to this nightmare we once knew. This is a tragedy. No one will make it alive. I fear that we are all doomed. We are forsaken in eyes of the truth

(Thanks to Ian for these lyrics)