Dark sound of bells coming with the sunset Spasmodic forms of trunes of dying trees. Madmen stop their cry dancing all the night always in this hour I can hear them howl. Their life is a chase in a neverending maze upon the night they will dance until the sun will rise. Sick souls, empty souls eyes You cannot read in abysmal depth, space without limits. Unascertainable wishes, inalienable dreams lack of understanding. Corners of their minds shall stay a mystery forever. Deep in the woods upon shine of moon dancing among trees light like a breeze. Only their flesh binds them to the earth oh, I can hear them howl again. Their life is a chase in a neverending maze upon the night they will dance until the sun will rise.