Through a crack streams a light.
The others sleep, for them it's night.
It's the cruel midnight sun
and my winter's begun.
Way beneath, stretching deep,
the Atlantic abyss.
Metal bird flaps it's wing
and a shadow axe swings.
Solar flares, polar night,
as we move out of sight.
Memories in eclipse
from the world opposite.
Each second feels like days.
What devil made you wax when I must wane.
Six thousand miles of space,
the radar's blank and you're too far out of range.
Metal bird flaps it's wing
and a shadow axe swings.
Solar flares, polar night,
as we move out of sight.
Memories in eclipse
from the world opposite.
You're so cruel midnight sun.
Now my winter's begun.

INVIA LE CORREZIONI