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 the (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