There's no todays today so there will be no yesterdays tomorrow.

Through the dark rainfilled streets of Olomouc,
above the horizon of wings of suicidal angels,
lost in the tears of the heavens,
lost in the hopelessness of the last journey,
at the end our deliverance awaits us,
the Darkness is my sun!
Only to go to my sun!

Through the cemeteries of dead fairies,
with a blade I cut my body,
my blood belongs to the angels...
I cannot stop,
only further,
more blood,
only further like this,
drowning in my own blood!