Ethelyn piosenki

I woke up dead today More than ever before Devoid of dreams, emotions I saw myself on rubble of life Black was always my color Palette of days its shades Landscape of thoughts decorated by dusk I drew in stillness on the easel of pain Thunder striked twice...

It grows dark As always When the day ends But the night will never be the same So many thoughts have been tied So many words haven’t been told To fast the bell of life quieted down You faded away like a spark Carrying by the wind Stalling in the shad...

Leaves on my grave The whiles taking by the wind So frail and unstable Like a morning dew By the colours of the past painted A grey tints palette Thoughts conjured in velvet Torn out pages from the book of life Like a poems of unspoken words Written in salty...

Hail the wingless ones Bite my lips off, kissing me Stronger I will become Split my wounds open, caressing me I will feel happiness Whisper to me sweetly, tearing my veins And I will close my eyes High above the pain I will soar To disappear in mist...

Come, I'll take you there Where the withered roses are crying with the blood Where the dusk and the cold Fondle stony hearts Come, I'll show you my dreams Every pain feeds yearnings The gloomy shadow encircles monuments Of lost hopes and whiles...