Morta holding the thread taut Your shears steely and so bright Are all I can hear Cutting the years I’ve left But I am endless with No whisper of death
I cross myself and kneel down The blood drips down her face Angel’s trumpets What should I forget
Rinse my veins utterly the river Lethe i choose oblivion and i am free Open my eyes I chant Your name Pray that I’ll remember who I am
My thread taut I am bound to a world that is wrought With guilt and indecision Crippling choice Too much revision Til now in this moment I will choose to remember every face of every person who brought me agony
I recall and yearn for the time that We sailed through those days immortal A sunrise just around the bend I sing of the past but am Finding it so hard not to cry Do you remember
The River Lethe gently calls And to her depths my spirit falls In her sweet waters I forget This life of deep regret Perhaps this river will pull me to the seaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
