The sound is dancing in the wind...here and therenThe conscience and broken idealsnCrime and punishment are mixing, the clear fire begins to extinguish...nnThe weak word of the end resoundsnEven while screaming, the voice gets astray with the depths of the distorted worldnEverything, even the completely inflamed heart, breaks downnnDelete the fleeting voice with a laughter that transparent wave of darkness...nThose feelings that shake each other freeze, the voice of the blind tumbles...nnThe leaves of the dry trees swing back and forth while they're dancingnThe darkness of the distorted world, in which screams are disappearingnThe voices that fight their agony in the world of the dead, dissolve in nothingnessnnThey break through, they break throughnThey are caught in the deep darknessnAnd endless shiver shakes the bodyn