Clockwork From Midgard

In the rising sun
We never choose simple thing
Just lost the reason to give love
Lost desires, now, finding things without soul
Standing in fallen days
Broken dreams
Like a dead tree

To the scorching sun
To the scary cold
Where the life ends
And nothing remains in life

The pain of hate
The comfort of love
Choose, now, a path to cross
The sorrow on brain
Darkness of madness
You're living a bleed life

To the scorching sun
To the scary cold
Where the life ends
And nothing remains in life