There is no redemption until dawn.

 In the middle of the night, heavy

eyes Sleep changed, time slowed to pass But life goes on without thought

While sleeping, everyone does not even imagine what is happening

to those who do not comfort themselves on the pillow

and ask to pass

lightly

the hell

Everyone chooses the ghosts they haunt

There is no redemption until dawn

on this wanderer's journey

They waltz lightly through the minds, demons piled on the head

,

emptiness takes up space in every way

What time are you arriving?

I want to leave it all behind

And keep looking for something that gives me peace.