Stories of the past

Make my heart ache

The shining of the stars

Will make the earth quake

Gone too far

The angels start to sing

DAS ENDE IST NAH

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 hill of the land called

Blue Moon

I heard it in a dream

Don't sell your soul

Now there's a need to scream

A need to change my role

'Cause stories of the past

Make my heart ache

Time goes too fast

For my sake

I found heaven, I found joy

And peace within my mind

In the sand, in the grass

In the hill of the land called

Blue Moon