The night, so dark, so beautiful, as your eyes Endless lethargic frames of mind Winds of sorrow divide my soul in pain The past is a current live…
Thousands of broken pieces of sharpened glass Reflect my cold emotions in the empathic ways Of my desperation
Wandering in the coldest depression In front of so many nameless graves In this pessimistic burial ground Where so many tombs were forgotten…
I dwell in the sewers of life…
Thousands of broken pieces of sharpened glass Reflect my cold emotions in the empathic ways of my desperation
The night, so dark, so beautiful, as your eyes Endless lethargic frames of mind Winds of sorrow blow my sick reflections To Where so many tombs were forgotten…