The Year start in mid-September
The Winds grow angry
They will fight their way in every direction
The Winter will be short and deadly

Some say that the end of the world is coming
Nights are growing dark
All summer the skies were red from pain
Below the earth was burning  fire

In the middle  of us
Madness is coming and going
Life fools us around
I am looking inside me
Searching for some peace  
I can't find it
Where all this leads us?

The Year begins in mid-September
Winter is the hardest
All my songs are fleeing away
From this burning front of fire
Maybe they do not want to suffer

Some say that the end of the world is coming
The dark are just growing
All summer the skies were red from pain
Below the earth was burning  fire