Icon Of Coil

In the middle of this storm again, fighting fire
Only fragments of the life I had remains
My enemy, my inner self, haunting me down
Brief touch of reality, I'm losing my gravity
I've seen these clouds way to many times,
Although the sky is bleeding,
I've seen these clouds way to many times,
Still my eyes are dry.
The transfer is completed
On to another place, another time
Your beautiful world is dead
Pitch black, with your burning flag in my hand
Is there anything left to save?
Except from revolting pride
Is there anything left at all?
Is there anything left to long for?
Although the sky is bleeding
Still my eyes are dry.