Lyrics:

The reward will be submission and a lack of self-control
We all need some permission or a rise of self-control
With my awkward conduct the past is just a hole
Unwanted feelings spread a lack of self-control
Just changing

In the shadow of the sun
Your life, your thoughts, your fears
In the shadow of the sun
With the burning cold of ice
Your face, your eyes, your ears
Nobody
In the shadow of the sun
Nevertheless we sleep sweetly as in intoxication
Some day we will need an attempt at resuscitation
Resuscitation, resuscitation
Some day we will see that our past is just a hole
And some time we should reach self-control

In the shadow of the sun
Your life, your thoughts, your fears
In the shadow of the sun
With the burning cold of ice
Your face, your eyes, your ears
In the shadow of the sun