On our way back from the glory
We're escaping, sleeping roughly
Fearful nightmares full of rain
Night is freezing, sunk our sail
In desolation weak signs of life now
Our hope is smiling, joyfully sings
In the kingdom of nothing
We hold the course of the illusion
Through the islands of madness
Our darkest phase of confusion
Not a dream about your island
The ship is drifting, dark and silent
Ploughing oceans like a phantom
Through unknown ways, vague and stranger
In desolation weak signs of life now
Our hope is smiling, blissfully singing
In the kingdom of nothing
We hold the course of the illusion
Through the islands of madness
We've crossed the lines to confusion

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