1. ARRIVAL

Eventually the fire overcame
The smell of frost old rooms and dust
Now seal the purposes anew
The night outside was still the same

From the window one could see
The long dark road stretch back for miles
A path of peril, sleepless black
Now breathing slow alone, not free

Breathing slow
Alone, not free

Within this cloak of shame
There is nothing worth undoing
The night outside is still the same

Tragedy, white snow and storm
By now would cover any track
Of this escape whence no one knew
The crime was cold, the passion warm
And though all fears were now long dead
A whisper of the night advise
The door be locked, and better still
To keep a shotgun by the bed

Sleepless
Fearless
Lifeless

Within this cloak of shame
There is nothing worth undoing
The night outside is still the same

White snow would cover every track
Of this escape whence noone knew
And all the fears should be long dead
The night outside was still the same


2. RECOLLECTION

The playful years of spring
Killer's romantic dreams
Of misanthropy

The playful years of spring
Killer's romantic dreams
Of misanthropy
Of misanthropy

The playful memories
Killer's romantic dreams
Of the misanthrope

Yet deep down, the shame
Knowing they were only lies
Fabricated alibi

Though now it seems that all the shame and secrecy was all a waste, was all a waste
That those (that those, that those) longings of truth were just a premonition
That those lies are now the truth

Deep down, the shame
Knowing they were only lies
Deep down, the shame
Knowing they were only lies

Deep down, the shame
Knowing they were only lies
Deep down, the shame
Knowing they were only lies

Knowing they were only lies
Knowing they were only lies