Lyrics:

Draw the curtains
It's time to sleep
Everything is not as it seems
Silent hands of winter winds are drawing near
Fold the tension slowly, wait beneath the tear
Ohhhh

The tarnished gold through the windowpane
Lies dead upon the floor
While unseen eyes crouch low behind the walls so thin
The pious curse the holy so the evening curse the day

And on the 8th day
I should've known it's name
And on the 8th day
Years consume the hours
And on the 8th day
Turning black to gray

Light the fire, my dreamer's son
You are the only one
To walk alone in this desperate maze
Whose price had just begun


Drowning lies in bottles of time
Shipwrecked for no one to see
Reaching as far to other worlds
Besieged by numbered days, besieged by numbered days

And on the 8th day
I should've known it's name
And on the 8th day
Years consume the hours
And on the 8th day
Turning black to gray