Songtext

In the end, on the day you have to leave this world
What have you done to leave a mark for those who stay?
And on the day you die, what will come after you?
A new found cycle made from ashes and from clay

Can this be it, can this be true now
Small patch of white, floating alone
Surrounded by fog to a point where you don’t recognize
Anything anymore

In the end, on the day you have to leave this world
Ahat have you done to leave a mark for those who stay?
And on the day you die, what will come after you?
A new found cycle made from ashes and from clay
What are you proud of now?
Which dreams live on when you are gone?
The waves are high, and untold thoughts will fade away

The world around you blurred and broken is your dream
Everything that once has been so certain
The future, the past, just let them go

Oh, time’s a thorn that stings incessantly
Time is running out
Thorn, time’s a thorn that stings incessantly
Oh, time is running out

A last look behind, a last look into grand nothing
And soon blurs the memory of the place beyond the sea

In the end, on the day you have to leave this world
What have you done to leave a mark for those who stay?
And on the day you die, what will come after you?
A new born cycle made from ashes and from clay
Now that the waves are calm, you’re gazing after the birds
Their journey goes on, while yours is ending here

And all that’s left is isolation