In the deepest dream without sleep The pale crescent grins at the world Revealing the night's sharp teeth Chewing on someone's sorrow Several stars would appear Then be drowned in these vast black skies Three winters away from my old life I look back and I smile, I smile I want to be the hero of my story Lost to the winds, without a dwelling Blades in my heart count seven It's cold like London in December Wherever I go I feel the same Chased by the night, I count days And time crawls by like a serpent Certain times I wish I was somewhere Far in the distant land