Split (with Andromeda Complex)

In den eisigen Himmel fiel der Todesengel.

Maybe it's the wind

The wind of May

That screams for us

Endlessly

Maybe it's the wind

The wind of May

That cries for us

Without a rest

And maybe it's the wind

The wind of May

Calling his children

Forever lost

Maybe it's the wind

The final light...

And when your're dying

And can't go on

For years and years

So far from home

The last sweet home

So far from here

When everything dies

The nights don't give

Their final rest...

There's only Sun

A hateful Sun