Stories of the past

Make my heart ache

The shinig of the stars

Will make the earth quake

Gone too far

The angels start to sing

DAS ENDE IST DA

And pain is what it brings

I found heaven I found joy

And peace within my mind

In the sand

In the grass

In the hills of the land

Called blue moon

Blue moon

I heart it in a dream

Don’t sell your soul

Now there’s a need to scream

‘Cause stories of the past

Make my heard ache

Time goes too fast

For my sake