When the flame inside you burns outnA gust of cold wind freezes your breath:nA prelude for the Dark HandnTo catch your soul,nyou can imagine will happen to allnnIt comes dressed in shadesnFrom the silence of nowherenA black face without a facenIts Dark Hand points at younA deep voice echoes aroundnListen to the call:nnCome with me, follow menLet your pain behindnDon't be afraid to stepnInto the silent land wherenTwisted souls dance with the darknnAfter you've left behindnYour chances and dreamsnYou realize and ask:nWhat does it mean? putting asidenYour problems and pleasenWill take you away from the following days