(...and if you follow the trails down this winter wake Sh's reaping down souls, one for every flake Throughout the ages, through centuries She, mistress of customs, of memories)
Strange the breeze Late the season comes As beats late the clock of my heart Falling leaves colour all around As my intentions stroking the ground
And up there have seen the skies Pains and joys of so many lives All griefs your empty glance
Water of the Ocean tell her I am near Winds of far horizons blow off all the fears Fearless I stand, strong of all the emotions The lived through As my memories and soul belong to you
Painted into the setting sun A black shadow ringed in red flames Handsome as words cannot describe Ruthless as her blinded black eyes
And up there have seen the skies Pains and joys of so many lives All griefs your empty glance
Water of the Ocean tell her I am near Winds of far horizons blow off all the fears Fearless I stand, strong of all the emotions The lived through As my memories and soul belong to you
"I don't fear for my Fate, what really does ache is a fond thought of home" "No one ever will be in control of his End" "By her tears and her pain I'm eternally damned Memories of a Life" "Nothing can ever be done to avoid my last touch"
Water of the Ocean tell her I am near Winds of far horizons blow off all the fears Fearless I stand, strong of all the emotions The lived through As my memories and soul belong to you
On that strange and silent night On (the) Lost hill of memories I've spoken of love and touched she smiled to meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
