Quest for the Last Virtue

In the quest for a virtue, the very last of man
Did we know where to start?
We went in no direction
Blinded by a star
Then we fell into Eden
Now barren was the land
as the end ´s drawing near
for the humanitarians
Blinded by a star
Blinded by a star
If the caller is a serpent
And the calling is a lie
Call on me
If your summer nights are fading
And the dark gets in your eyes
Just call on me
Call on me
For something is fighting for light to be strong as you freeze
yourself and fall
If your´re mounted on a threshold
and you´re waving to the light you
Call on me
It is too soon for your autumn
When you´re arguably alive
Just call on me
Call on me
For somebody´s watching, for something is waiting on high
Comes on tonight
And I who always tried to find where I belong
I don´t know, never been wrong
though sometimes, I admit that sometimes I fear
Just like everyone fears
That I´ll get away,
with yet one more prey
And who will know who it might be, when sometimes is luckally
more time to kill, and that´s how I feel, I feel, I fear, I hear:
Call on me!