Blue night, cold hands, cold face, cold eyes on me

You wean, you wait, you sound, you long to fuse

The rose, I can't, go far, go levy down

You woo, a land, I fall, all over ground

Please you, hold on, hold out, all over down

A spice, in fact, one stop, one act of iron

To lose, your fate, your stance, your way of life

In spite, of that, you called, you came on time

You like, cold days, hot nights, and every sword

All gone, is truth, is hate, is youth despair