I've seen them walking - so many waysI know they're
living - on the edge of darknessInside of the twilight - every
nightThe shadows of existance - prisoners of mindsThey have to
remember - not to turn backNot to cross the border - and never
fall downOn the edge of darkness - they close their eyesThey can
not see - they are blunderingOnly when you stand in darkOnly when
you stand in shadowYou can see the brightest lightYou can
appriciate the differenceIf you want to live in gloom in
obscuriti you find itSo remember about the reasonThat shadows
come from the lightThose who live in the gloomObscurity is their
homeThey find the joy of livingIn primitive indifferenceThey can
not free their mindsTheir eyes are blind and dryIn the world of
dellusionsThey are blind foolsI'm falling down to rise
aboveThe edge of darkness all aroundI'm falling down to
rise aboveThe edge of darkness to the lightOn the edge of
darknessOn the edge of life and miraclesI find the way to cross
the borderOn the depths I find the wayI can not waste my time to
steepIn ignorance, indifferenceI open my eyes wide and seeThe
might of beeing free