| Darkness falls on landscapes of grace
|
| To mourn the beauty of the past.
|
| Down for the days, feel the pain,
|
| Feed the hollow ground again — again and again!
|
| Sable thoughts in sombre autumn storms,
|
| The sun that never rises died long ago.
|
| I held out the stabbing pain before
|
| As the slumbering trees of tears sigh her name,
|
| Like fading voices in the din.
|
| Breathe in the black to see,
|
| The razorblade cuts too deep.
|
| Disposed for eternal sleep,
|
| I’m dressed in lost shadows
|
| Like costumes for my dying hope.
|
| Masquerades on broken knees,
|
| Blinded by spectral memories.
|
| Remembrances on sullen eyes
|
| Don’t seem to listen to my suffering cries.
|
| There is no time for just waiting,
|
| For whatever I wonder why.
|
| The words are empty and her mind is closed forever.
|
| I can’t pretend, this is the end!
|
| Goddess forgive me, the fever burned out my heart!
|
| I should come to you, yes I should have… but it’s too late now.
|
| I creep on broken knees below — mountains of sorrow,
|
| Besides seas of ashes and nameless trees of tears.
|
| Blinded by blackness through bleakly dust.
|
| Sable thoughts in sombre autumn storms,
|
| This bitter sleep of emptiness and fear.
|
| The sun that never rises has never died before.
|
| Can’t stand the pain no more!
|
| I feel the pain, down for the days,
|
| Feeding the hollow ground again!
|
| I held out the stabbing pain before.
|
| When the slumbering trees of tears whisper her name
|
| Like misty voices everything stays the same.
|
| Masquerades on broken knees…
|
| Sable thoughts in sombre autumn storms…
|
| Masquerades on broken knees…
|
| There is no time for just waiting… |