• Fall into our deepest dreams
    where we may never wake
    we are doomed to rest in peace
    til' we turn to ash
    step after step, we walk towards mystery
    only to find we are in confusion, of our own surroundings
    step after step, we take this path
    onto the trail of roses
    no wait, I see something else...
    what could it be?
    what could it be?
    roses, roses
    red as blood
    on ouyr journy we walk through tree's, filled with the sound of moaning
    I am scared but I will show nothing
    we go on and on into our path of mystery
    step after step
    til we turn to dust
    I am tired but I urge forth
    we may never find a cure
    step after step
    I want to be free