This song is gonna be the last
About the mysteries of the past;
About the wind in tangled hair;
This song's my last and only prayer.

And when the silence covers me
My inspiration sets me free;
I weigh some grand considerations
Without any hesitation.

That life is just a trace in dust,
That love decays to ash and lust,
That future hides the broken past,
The truth may turn into mistrust.

The maze of life has its dead-ends
With bloody walls, and here I stand;
I sought an exit, but I failed.
The sandstorm wiped away my trails.

The wall dissolves, becomes the door;
I push it, and light spills on the floor.
Now I am free from my delusions,
Wrong paths, confusion, false conclusions.