K / Kemet / The Breath Through The Syone
Memory is a poison, to the eyes of lovers And other rose for your grave... ... Bloody silence And from this day, remorse devours my mind.
Is this one the last? From this day on this dream consumes me Wishing to feel the heat of your sigh through the stone.
Memory is a poison to me A torture is this bloody silence.
Fantasy meets reality... feel my arms And from the earth, from the place No one returns, I wished so strong That I heard
I heard the voice, I heard the call I saw the body and the face I felt her lips, I felt her breath But the breath was cold.
Reason gave me up taken by the flames of silence Reason gave me up killed by these images that torture me
Enchained to the grave of the past Homeless, I know that I could find Hidden below the marble, the last whisper Which could nurse me again And take pleasure listening To this voice, which sings the notes That I used to love And I take pleasure, remembering the sweetness Of the words.
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