There are a lot of ways To hear my final step... To see the bloody trace, Or rope around pale neck And now I hear the voices, Which’re still trying to find My last hope, which was buried In your crying green ey-ya-ya-ya-es!
I watched that stream of dreams, It'll never flow into the Sea... ...The Sea of Real realms... Where I once was so free... My empty eyes trims Dawn Filled of new-born rays of Light This final dance on bound Will be the chorus of its sight.
This is my addiction, This is my... compassion. This is my rejection, This is my... Chaos. This is my addiction, This is my... compassion. This is my rejection, Like the cry... of Eos...
These are my last words to say But only Wind can hear my pray The song was sang, Romance’s fey And even Gods will not find the key…
I watched that stream of dreams, It'll never flow into the Sea... ...The Sea of Real realms... Where I once was so free... My empty eyes trims Dawn Filled of new-born rays of Light This final dance on bound Will be the chorus of its sight.
This is my addiction, This is my... compassion. This is my rejection, This is my... Chaos. This is my addiction, This is my... compassion. This is my rejection, Like the cry... of Eos...
These are my last words to say But only Wind can hear my pray The song was sang, Romance’s fey And even Gods will not find the key…