The eclipse is coming to an end,
The sun will go down under the horizon,
The soil is getting colder,
Our side is getting darker.

It is the sunset in the moon,
It has come to put us to an end,
The powder will go through,
Making the white soil stand.

We have been on our own,
Nobody has found us yet,
The rays quickly flow,
Everything is soon to end.
I want to hold you and take you with me,
Till we are dark and freezing on our own,
Let the white soil crash against our face,
Let the smoke cloud the stars and chase-
Our true desire in the fog.

It was the sunset in the moon,
That made us freeze together and die,
When the sun faded away,
Only you were on my dark side.
It was the sunset in the moon,
Let the white soil fade away,
It is the powder and hope,
That made the sun stay away.