In Theatre of Illusions - Shokran

In theatre of Illusions

No faces are seen

And you are dreaming

As if you have never been born

(Never been born)

In theatre of Illusions

Heat lightning stories

Streaming

With fleshless shadows

Sparking in darkness

Horsing around

Like sleeping people

Birds are flying

(Birds are flying)

Upon the top of the world

The melody of oncoming fates

Is bleeding

My inner vampire

Awakened

By the bloody dawning

Leeching with soul

In Hope

Maybe

All of this

Is not vainly

In theatre of Illusions

Heat lightning stories streaming

With fleshless shadows

Sparking in darkness

Horsing around

Like sleeping people

Birds are flying

Upon the top of the world

The melody of oncoming fates

Is bleeding

Leeching with soul in hope

Maybe