I am standing in the garden of grief In my solitude, I sit under the tree of Sadness. Once I was a gardener I bedded some seeds, The seeds of hope, I cherished with my tears. They became beautiful trees, but terrifying And huge shadow-keepers of Edenic savageness. Now with an empty soul I'm sitting under the tree's shade And yearning for... The Autumn blaze. I see It, hissing the song of Autumn Trying to allure me, with her glittering eyes. The empty-dead soul I have Now painfully disappeared. The dreams are my hopes Sadness is my friend... Forever!
The Dawn of Destiny is near I die without a hope under gray shadows... I see a dancing angel Who stirs the wind with her wings, She is twisting like a serpent And her touch is like cold spittle! Withered Angel! Withered Angel! Angel! - I close my eyes... Angel! - I sacrifice... Angel! - I will die... Withered Angel!!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
