When the last tear has been shed and my last wounds have bled I return to the mournful night. The sorrowful comfort eases my soul. For again I have been betrayed, in the far I could even see the tempest drawing near.
My dark refuge, you have waited for me. Now I shall be eternally yours. In the eyes of the stranger, a glimpse of you I saw and yearned to be again at one with darkness.
I stand and watch the dying sunset. Will it return at dawn? Or will the clouds cast upon me a day of dank greyness?
I lie here under the stars and my heart summons the pain. Dulcet and calm is my despair now, for at last I seem to understand.
The wolf I saw on that December night, I long to glance at his eyes again. Like mirrors they seemed, and what I saw was me, yet it was not only the reflection of his tears...
In them I could see his life, empty, oblivious but full of knowledge. Endlessly, searching like me....
Now when the trust has been broken I return to the December darkness. The distant storm seems to be growing weak. Still is the night, I inhale the smell of the woods and my heart grows colder and stronger.
My heart once burned with a flame of hope. Now I only yearn to be blown by the winds and flow in the endless night sky, to never return to you... Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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