City walls are coming down Itâs a brand new worldâs deep sound Sleeping under these remains And i guess i could be wrong Time ago all hope was gone Moving lips to breath that time No murder by the light of sun Iâve only come to see it shines Please let me take a bite of cloud Time for romantic view In the halflight were I stand Roma rises from the pink Itâs a slice of light that brings me hope Moving lips to breathe worm joy Silent wishful noise Though the dust red buildings kiss the sky And i know itâs time to run, to forgive the burning rain âtwist your head in windâ, yeah someone says And i try to organize, all the tears I cried I have lived and mourned for aftermath Aftercare day Aftergame time Afterward cry Grey hairs on my head. See the time of youth is gone See the rage of past is vain Try to close your eyes and smile (Sleeping) under these remains