I'm asking many times I don't meet any answer I listen to the dead birds They cross an empty grey sky And I hear only sadness and crying Only branchs of old trees They comfort my woe and call For my rebirth...
I'm dead but I still feel bitterness Gold of stones, eternity Of stars dead but I feel The tears in my eyes Infinity of the sky and glow of flames
You have to cross Waste land Look to your face In the filthy pools Surrounded by smiling demons Feel your memories Your eternity
Desire for it what never has been mine To round me all the to this place so far I'm standing above the grave of my heart It has been buried in dust And many lies My lips kiss the tombstone With one ungraving name With your name cursed In thousand times But I still care this name Tender in my open hands - and I'm whispering it Into empty gold nights
You're confused from your own feelings And you're slowly awakening from the stark You seek an answer on your question You're the man who has the right to ask Like a walking pilgrim through the valley Of affliction and shadows Blinded by false beauty And defaced by feelings Of fear and knowledge Horribling from The filling up of destiny
Once I'll find the power to wake up you To wake you from your calm sleep I'll visit this nights on wings of demons To bring you bloody flowers of bitterness
And time will come To wade through the sea of silent To pass through the time And lament of damneds And I'll stop so fascinatly to look To your beautiful face To be awaking near your bed To protect your dreams