The black clouds are surrounding us. Here comes the storm
But I'm ready for this as I've never been before
The sun is fading away, everything is turning into dark
Turn off the lights and feel in your soul a spark
But I don't care.

All I can see is some ghosts and a stone
My efforts are nothing, if I'm alone
What is this thing that builds our dreams?
What is this thing that makes us human beings?
What is this thing that keeps us alive?
I just know that I need to find
To reach the source of my dreams