"Sleep is a death, O make me try By sleeping, what it is to die, And as gently lay my head On my grave, as now my bed." (Sir Thomas Browne)
Eyelids heavy, and limbs at rest A murmur of stone-black waters Invites to slumber through the waves On a last journey, never to return
Chains are broken. You’re forsaken. Lie and pray, you are here to stay Sigh and stray into darkest ways This is where the true journey begins.
Vision, naked horizon A dream picture slowly appears Motionless isle of solid soul Crowned with cypress trees, where I'm bound to be
Stillness… There is not a sound, all voices are gone Dark clouds of despair colliding above Soon I'll be walking in the cypress grove
Nevermore will I leave these shores Nevermore will I pass these doors I'm left to gather invisible dreams in the midst of ghosts
Stillness.. Precipitous cliffs are closing in on me I'm facing the gate, dressed in snow white robe Will I find haven in the cypress grove?
Stillness… Now I lie awake in the shades of dawn When the day's over, again shall I know Ephemeral sleep in the cypress groveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
