March Of The Ghosts

Lost, lost, lost
In hundred thousand eyes
Lost, lost, lost
They’re searching for themselves inside

Lost, lost, lost
Roaming just like ghosts
Lost, lost, lost
Contemplating our life

Blind, blind
The distress in our mind
Blind, blind, blind
Should searching for our names

Shut, shut, shut
See the pain,
Shut, shut, shut
Hear our hurts

Searching in the no moon Night’s Desert
The ghosts ride their spectral mounts
The oasis, a mirage, truth under a sunray
Seems to be the nightmare of the only old way
Knights’ spirit tortured by the hope’s knife
We expect to finally find the life.