My soul is like an old cross Like a dust that's carried by the wind Like the rising cantos of a crazy son About the time when the sea storms again
I am in your mind, in you tears Behind the wall that devides the power I am
I am in your scream In the shallow waters of your feelings Dobbled in the mind bird wind, where are you Free bird of the dark, I like my minds
I am here, next to the lonelly, broken gates Next to your melted countours of going mad I am
When the lost life candle goes out When the breathing rituals cut my soul When a scream that makes you up turns into silence When the storming sea calms down