Reaching out... How things look different on the way down Disillusioned, I've lost desire Will I burn in the unforgiving fire? From the flames,
Throne of grief ..in a dying essence Crying beauty ..the fettered aura Forgotten oceans of hope ..Betrayed aphony Sullen laughter in unventured
I hear your voice It sings so softly Curious to join in A harmony to breathe forevermore Joyous the one to hear a voice In fields where grass
In each others arms We cried together And your tears tasted sweet All is not lost And never to be forgotten Like a shiver down my spine The lonely
And I often sigh I often wonder why I'm still here and I still cry And I often cry I often spill a tear Over those not here But still they are
My passion rise... a twilight ride Stark light of dark night in my eyes My forlorn lust... My soul it burns My forlorn lust... My soul is burning
When you look at me From your own century I may seem to be Strange archeology But when the winds blow From this direction You may sense me there
Empty vessel under the sun wipe the dust from my face another morning black sunday coming down again empty vessel empty veins empty bottle wish for
An unstoppable end The world turns every day An ending with no end So, for this time of morning I can no longer cry Even though the story goes
Your souls are nailed to the cross The blood still runs but the wounds will heal and leave scars of rememberance
I bear the seed of ruin A golden age turned to stone Elysium... to dust For this, a tragic journey A vision of a dying embrace Scattered earth
"Tonight your soul sleeps, but one day you will feel real pain, maybe then you will see mee as I am, A fragile wreck on a storm of emotion" Countless
: And I often sigh I often wonder why I'm still here and I still cry And I often cry I often spill a tear Over those not here But still they are
: Throne of grief ..in a dying essence Crying beauty ..the fettered aura Forgotten oceans of hope ..Betrayed aphony Sullen laughter in unventured
: An unstoppable end The world turns every day An ending with no end So, for this time of morning I can no longer cry Even though the story goes
: In each others arms We cried together And your tears tasted sweet All is not lost And never to be forgotten Like a shiver down my spine The
: I bear the seed of ruin A golden age turned to stone Elysium... to dust For this, a tragic journey A vision of a dying embrace Scattered earth
: When you look at me From your own century I may seem to be Strange archeology But when the winds blow From this direction You may sense me there
