Winter Solitude '45

Pale faces are passing by, disdained and unknown
Along silent graveyards, I watch the children play
Nothingness between the ruins of Metropolis
Once the past repaired the childhood's wounds away

Stumbling through the streets of cold anonymity
Cruel mortality and nothing remained
Stumbling through the streets of cold anonymity
Nothing remained from times we were free

People are strange, not a laughter without sense
Autumn hunts the masses back into their caves
In this winter Winter Solitude a feeling's so intense
The dark wasteland of facades it's not worth any tears

A dark veil in the skies, loneliness around
These ways were once a part of me and not worth their aims
Winter has returned, to pretend the people
Days become shorter, God is playing final games