Crawling in a deaf scarlet sand-storm A man with a white cloak appears.
“Welcome in the land of endless mourns It's the Desert of the frozen souls!”.
That man starts whirling faster in his cloak till it emptied of his body it quietly falls. The wind stops shouting and spitting in my throat In this sudden unreal hush, I hear their words. Listen!
“Life's not what you recall, but the tireless walk seeking for a response cross the rivers of faith let your mind go beyond mortal gates.”
“Why do you keep on repeating empty lullabies?” “The only truth in black oceans of lies” “Why do you say empty rhymes crying for the pain?” “They're the reason why we're tied by these chains” “If that's the truth, then, please, make it clear to me!” “No, it's something you have to learn by yourself” “Please! I don't want to be drowned in the mist” “We must fade once again in the silence” “Once again” “I don't want to be drowned in the mist. Please tell me what it means. Don't leave me! Oh God!”
Is this a mirage?
Writhing spirits in shaking ice globes hit by the light of the sun.
But the warm can't reach their endless mourns. It's the Desert of the Frozen Souls.
Eyes open wide that can't but looking straight, their hope is only dying once again.
Trapped again in their transparent stones, as I can't hear their mourns, they ignore my calls. Listen!
“Life's not what you recall, but the tireless walk seeking for a response cross the rivers of faith let your mind go beyond mortal gates.”Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
