The light of the secrets in the forestnThe glory light lives behind my closed eyesnSomeone fight by my sidenWhile I cry and prefer to hidenRemit my curse remit my fatenWith the crown of the twilightnnThe touch of plains, the touch insidenAnd the breeze of the sunlightnWhere the darkness lives I have to hidenThen I will escape through the starsnInto the lightnWithout glory is the crownnof the twilightnnReality is a world of illusionsnThe candlelight flares at thenedge of the windnWhat is true what is notnIs there someone worthy of trustnWhat I am, I am notnBut the crown of the twilightnnThe touch of plains, the touch insidenAnd the breeze of the sunlightnWhere the darkness lives I have to hidenThen I will escape through the starsnInto the lightnWithout glory is the crown of the twilightnnThe brightness of the sword never tells the truthnThe blood on it has never washed awaynSo you can't tell, so you can't hidenYour own opinion is so questionable like menWe are slaves for the crown of the twilightnnand never fear (x4)