S/Sacrimoon/Disappearing in the Memories of Melancholy
In the memory my soul walks Every night in solitude Moments of nostalgia lead me to the dark It is a desolate river of blood
Thy sky was deep, the forest was cold Soft as air, my scars are open again I'm lost in this desolate silence My laments are drowned by pain
I try feel the smell of dawn But only I have the dust of this dream when I awake My veins are bleeding, I'm unconscious I remember the delusion of my mind Drowning these false emotions of happinessTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
