Nightmare '92 (Ballade of a lost youth)
All the demons we chased in a dream of endless, nameless, never ending loneliness, we will lose an eternity to forget the places, faces, names and thoughtless forests of Eden; though we are the ghosts that chased us, when the sun was out bright and full shining over the rivers of joy we called home. And we breathed the fire and the disturbed love of broken minds, running in the shadows of a town we never thought we'd see again. Because we are the children of good spirits, we thought, we are the hope and the future that never should have died. Yet it did in a storm of bullets and fire, in trenches and in vain. We sharpened the knifes of a new generation, we sharpened the blades of death, trapped in a cell, while the world around us burned to ashes in a moment's glimpse. Just one instant of a second and everything was gone, no matter how hard we tried, we lost it in the raging hate of moon and sun. 'cause we are the children of the stolen,