Besedila: Trans Siberian Orchestra. Beethoven's Last Night. The Dark.

Feel the darkness smiling
Every note is dying
Silence is refining every thought in his heart
Thought in his heart

Still the fates are weaving
Every note that's bleeding
As he sits there seething all alone in the dark
Alone in the dark, alone in the

But in the night, the darkness breathes if he wills it to be
Before his eyes, the music dies but he will always hear me
He sits alone, the cards are shown as he embraces the dark
The only sound that he will hear is there in his

Someone is whispering softly to me
Shadows of things that no one can see
They are there for you if you want them to be
You want them to be, you want them to

But in the night, the darkness breathes if he wills it to be
Before his eyes, the music dies but he will always hear me
He sits alone, the cards are shown as he embraces the dark
The only sound that he will hear is there in his heart