These strings are a mask, my life is a task Just a reflection from my mirror's point of view Face down I stare at the ground Into the eyes of my future Cyanide on Saturday night Some contrasts cannot be defined A bitter-sweet melody Come harmonize my agony Once again I trust in you To share with you my point of view But it seems to me, that you've moved on And I'm left here all on my own Falling down at the speed of sound I wanna reach to the bottom of your mind Swim in sorrow drown in pain again I wanna be the coldest winds Descending on your fragile wings Sending chills Down your spine again Reality will finally take its toll Pull you under turn you cold, what a shame Your beating heart won't hear the call Giving up to the eternal fall instead I wanna reach to the highest ground I'll trade my soul to feel the crown on my head My own bitter requiem Will shine on you my lonely friend So Let's pray