What lies behind the etched stare? A longing for eyes not destined to me What of these steps like stone, echoes of my feet?
Soul released, do I dare die of my grief? No promise to keep Sing myself to sleep Sing myself to sleep
Winter beguiled, yet its essence remains Rust in lieu of flowers An autumn of stone and chains Devouring gasp, to be the air The sky agape to rain despair
I felt it blanket me, cold cloth of dusk And when midnight struck my gilded tomb Envy of the moon I felt it blanket me, cold cloth of dusk And when midnight struck my gilded tomb Envy of the moon
I held the dawn Dusk never escaping my hand Painful observer Embodying absence The wind, it seems so cruel at times The breath of noxious day A touch of diluvial night
Soul released, do I dare die of my grief? No promise to keep Sing myself to sleep Sing myself to sleep
I felt it blanket me, cold cloth of dusk And when midnight struck my gilded tomb Envy of the moon I felt it blanket me, cold cloth of dusk And when midnight struck my gilded tomb Envy of the moonTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
