The mist of a hysterical dawn
Born from a disastrous morning's yawn
The cold that the soul no longer feels
Guides my winding road of reels
I neither sleep nor eat or drink
Still I breathe though on the brink
From every side they try to take
The last bit of will I've yet to break
But no one will succeed
In tearing down my creed
I'm the one who steers this ship
I'm the one who makes the trip
But no one will succeed
In crushing dreams I keep
I'm the master of this life
And the next ones I may lead
Before the night begins to fall
I'll know if this path at all
Will open doors or wars ahead
If the world will grant me stead
But it's always a harsh mystery
To guess at tomorrow's history
No grand future left to sight
Just a foggy horizon lost in light
And still the morning mist remains
Tasting of defeat's old chains
But I pray it won't define
The legacy I leave behind
For no one will succeed
In tearing down my creed
I'm the one who steers this ship
I'm the one who makes the trip
But no one will succeed
In crushing dreams I keep
I'm the master of this life
And the next ones I may lead