When the flame inside you burns out

A gust of cold wind freezes your breath:

A prelude for the Dark Hand

To catch your soul,

you can imagine will happen to all

It comes dressed in shades

From the silence of nowhere

A black face without a face

Its Dark Hand points at you

A deep voice echoes around

Listen to the call:

Come with me, follow me

Let your pain behind

Don't be afraid to step

Into the silent land where

Twisted souls dance with the dark

After you've left behind

Your chances and dreams

You realize and ask:

"What does it mean?" putting aside

Your problems and please

Will take you away from the following days