Lyrics:

See the chains which bind the men Can you taste their lonely arrogance It's always too late And your face is so cold They struggled for this opulence See the suns which blind the men Burnt away so long before our time Now their warmth is forgotten and gone Pretty maids not far behind Who you trying to get in touch with I'm almost with you I can sense it wait for me I'm almost with you Is this the taste of victory I'm almost with you See the dust which fills your sleep Does it always feel this chill near the end I never dreamed we'd meet here once more This life reserved for a friend