On the city’s sights
Nigromants of all hights
Wearing black cloaks
Crumbling old folks
On the city’s sights
We are missing the lights
Lovers should always take hands
Even if they need to make amends
Night time landscape
From a city tired of embrace
Darkness and loneliness
So much we need to confess
On the city’s sights
Desolation takes place
The bad omen and the everlasting gaze
Lovers should always stand under the light…
