The curtains are closed and veiled in the light of morning The windows sealed, black mirrors to the void The books of magic line the empty hallway The oval prtrait hanging on the wall, it will fall
It's the first day of summer, but you are frozen in the fields It's the first light of the summer, but you are wrapped in high ordeals (2x)
The orchards green and overgrown with sorrow This house is now a harbour for the last The final notes, they break in our hymn to beauty The face of life, a vain and tragic mask of the past
It's the first day of summer but you are frozen in the fields It's the first light of the summer but you are wrapped in high ordeals (2x)
The sky above, not filled with gods or angels The soul on its path of no return I hear a voice, a stirring in the silence But is this just an echo of the dearth in the earth?