Die Tragödie ist allgegenwärtig. Wenn man sich in Sicherheit und Geborgenheit wähnt, schlägt sie unbarmherzig zu, reißt einen hinein ins Unglück. Die Tragödie war, ist und wird immer sein.
Tragedy coming round the bend
The lapse of light points to the bitter end
A flood of pain will wash away all hope
Tragedy will be your hangman’s rope
Once you thought there would be justice
It’s just a delusion
Once you believed in common practice
It was an illusion
Do you think you really can be sheltered
From losing all your hopes in an evil melter
Burning down in flames they start to swelter
Tragedy is what has ever been
As you can see, holding to an evil dream
No way to flee, freezing down in deep dismay
Dark clouds are rolling, taking all the lights away
All those little things that pleased you
Theres no consolation
Theres comes a fog that’s made to tease you
Building up isolation
You finally have to face being completely broken
Rubbing tired eyes you hope you’re woken
Bevor you realize it’s your parting-token