Silence and the embrace of cold air Passing hours an abyss of despair Shards on the wall in a silvery frame The dead man‘s gone, his white eyes remain
Slowly grows his will to rest What does wait beyond his dreams? Cold nightsky is all he‘s left Soon bright torture awaits him
Frail hands clench the old hourglass Hollow cheeks smile as the sand grains pass Shadowforms leave as the pages close Gone to this ancient black land unknown
Keep him safe from the daylight Shield his eyes from the sun Guide him through every dawning `til his salvation comesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
