Lyrics Mobius Ring - Who Dies in Siberian Slush

Mobius Ring

Watching the photo burning…
For the fire licks it slowly
Small flames touch the edges
As the growing indigo of the fire swallows the useless sheet
And when the ashes
Become a withered autumn’s leaf
Myriads of dying sparks
Fade away, leaving the emptiness instead
This is the silver burning.
The silver of the past
The broken secrets of life that looked so happy
Life, that appeared to be fake
Past that turned out to be the whole life