Sangtekst: Naumachia. Wrathorn. Lifeitis.

He just wants
To sleep for another day.
Longing for his mother' s craing arms
He ended up where people pass away
Leaving behind no memories or names
In a place where tired rain cleans urba veins

All the pain
Dosn' t fell the same
As he remembers it
As it used to be.

Somehow lost his dreams
On his hard way to hell
Here, nothing is what it seems,
Even angels cannot tell

He hasn' t awaken for two days now
And no one cares who, whay or how.
Craving for the oblivious paradise
He' s changed all he' s seen into its size.

Somehow lost hi' s dreams
On his hard way to hell
Here, nothing is whatit seems,
Even angels cannot tell

Holding his own arms tight,
Pretending to pray and cray,
Can' t convince the far blue sky
To let him cease and die.

He just wants
To sleep for another day.