suffer under coldest rain drups
landscapes are digging grave,
Waiting when your heart stops
To take over your thoughts.

you would never burn
All your steps behind,
Leaving traile to turn
To remember your born.

Wind is taking all you've lost,
Turning ashes in to dust.
Are you running from the past,
To save the futures best?

Time is drawning in the salt,
It is something you have done.
must be your greatest fault,
when you Destroyed deep blue vault.