A silent wind caresses my cheek like a fatherly hand stretched out And the shadows flutter in fading light, they’re alive As hatred breeds in the twilight sky
A beautiful scenery of despair, a mystic act of the purest grief Coming alive (coming alive) in the madness of night I’m dazzled by secrets the darkness dwells
Once again I witness this play Of souls crying out in pain A fruitless search in the wildest of dreams To wash away the bloodstains They die over and over again Once immortal brave men Now wander the earth in confusion A quest for answers to their grief It’s all part of the nocturnal theatre
A painful act of misery In a mist of madness they hide Winds of grief carry them on Through their darkest secrets Screams of horror echoes strong Through the tormenting darkness
A beautiful scenery of despair, a mystic act of the purest grief Coming alive (coming alive) in the madness of night I’m dazzled by secrets the darkness dwellsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
