Only time can rust the season, 
I'm so glad to see your shining eye 
(I) Stand wondering 't the treasure found while you bleed dry 
You've lost your purity! 
Crossed is the holy line (that) 
Conceives life and death 
Suffering my womb by western lie 
Never too late... 
To learn, no sense of love 
The seasons die, standing strongly 
In front of them 
Everlasting's the path I walk today 
Casted inside your heart of stone 
Yes, born from the ashes, dust you will return 
Live: the slowest death 
Crusted is the holy wine 
Abandon this earth (I will) 
Held down by bonds just seen and said 
Now it's too late... 
To learn, no sense of love 
The seasons die, standing strongly 
In front of them 
To learn, no sense of love 
The seasons die, standing strongly 
In front of them 
To learn, no sense of love 
The seasons die, standing strongly 
In front of them