My Lament - The Shepherd of Sorrow | Текст песни

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Sunshine rays on his face
The breeze carries away the stress
But clouds appear in disgrace
His mood will change I guess Moodswing-day,
Black and white, shadows dance in the light
Moodswing-day, voice inside.
Thoughts conquer his night
They have called him the shepherd of sorrow
The one who does not believe in a brighter tomorrow
The one that feeds his own depression
The shepherd of regression
When the widow starts dying
When if it's branches are drowning
When the child starts crying at the border of the black pool
It's lust the mirror of his soul the downward spiral towards despair
But every time (when) he looks into his self
He must admit there is a little light at the end of his road
Perhaps it's the glimpse of death's scythe's blade?

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