At the end of the winter's night
We've lost the trail of time.
This life is filled with vile lies,
And only fools don't die.


There is no need to understand, 
There's no need to pretend;
This world is full of broken men
Who never lend a hand
When someone's in need,
When someone grieves and bleeds.
Now you can see -
This life is a cruel disease.

Under the sun of a million years
We're burning our sins;
We're in love with our fears,
We fall like autumn leaves.

At the end of the winter's night
We've lost all sense of life;
Do we live or do we die?
It's just a waste of time.