Eyes Reflect thousands of castle spires In silver skylines Surrounded by a formless sea of glass.
Ears Deafened by silent words of voids. And like snowflakes joy and speak In fear my soul becomes a toy and a pitiful joke.
Ice-blue Palace of doom surrounded by Black and violet rays around And unfathomable Throne.
Icy halls Paved by starry floors of marble and gold, Sequestered from what's called "It Is", Being what's never been as "Is".
Serving, glistening Sprays of visions, Dead decisions...
Starving, yearning Seas of scavengers, Preying on what is Anger.
With care I step towards the centre of the hall, And knees were telling me of wrench for you to fall.
A crystal coffin hanged I found, It glances with crimson tears of wounds.
With pain and strength of weakened will I brought myself to see what is within.
Agaze and bewildered I see - The one who lies inside is me...
Eerie Wailing of icy souls, Devoted and damned To restoring the calm. Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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