Time and suffering, the only constants in my feminine distance I am the void Slaves, heathens and mystics, they bow their heads and pretending we're a throne Lacing up their throne to the dead Shadows are all that I see, is there anyone left alive? Come and give me sanctuary Shadows are beckoning me Follow us to the end of time, far away from tragedy Pain and desperation, the only arms in time will accept no forgiveness I watch them fall The end, possible concept, we are waiting but nothing is our life past our spine We are going to the shore Every word that I learn, people walking around acting restless Say things they do not mean Look in my eyes with a smile It's the play on the feminine It's the play on the feminine It's the play on the feminine It's the play on the feminine Shadows are all that I see, is there anyone left alive? Come and give me sanctuary Shadows are beckoning me Follow us to the end of time, far away from tragedy Shadows are all that I see, is there anyone left alive? Come and give me sanctuary As it all falls apart And we watch the dawning of the end Shadows are all that I see, is there anyone left alive? Shadows are all that I see Shadows are all that I see Shadows are all that I see Shadows are all that I see Shadows are all that I see Shadows are all that I see Shadows are all that I see Shadows are all that I see