Let the dead crows rest. 

Let the sleeping tides dream. 

All is fair in between of the days and in between of love and war. 

Since nothing's quite impossible. 

We are just testing all the limits. 

Maybe an a truly meets it's end
at the beginning of the years. 

So meet me where the fat lady sings. 
When the senses are truly woken.

Unspoken words are jokers in the game of life 
and silence tells more.