Culture Kultür - Lost Ideals

there was a time of pride and faith
the fight had sense, you felt the strenght
life was then so clear and right
no fear could ever veil your mind

now the tide is dragging you
to endless coasts of solitude
where everything seems cold and vain
no will enough to leave your grave

but some day you will find a place
where being again the man you were
where feel the flames down in your heart
and never lose your ideals

the stars are falling upon your head
in the darkest night you had to run away
the body shattered with your own blade

void is all that remains behind
when the enemy is coming from inside
your mission now is torn in pieces

the idols lost
the faith is gone
all hope is lost
runing back to nowhere