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On our way back from the glory We’re escaping, sleeping roughly Fearful nightmares full of rain Night is freezing, sunk our sail In desolation weak signs of life now Our hope is smiling, joyfully sings In the kingdom of nothing We hold the course of the illusion Through the islands of madness Our darkest phase of confusion Not a dream about your island The ship is drifting, dark and silent The ship is drifting, dark and silent Ploughing oceans like a phantom Through unknown ways, vague and stranger In desolation weak signs of life now Our hope is smiling, blissfully singing In the kingdom of nothing We hold the course of the illusion Through the islands of madness We’ve crossed the lines to confusion From Letras Mania