كلمات Ephemeral Void

From mysterious valleys They cross with grace and might Roaming souls of April until they find a home In the hues of April's dawn Where frost fades and dreams are drawn As winter's grasp yields to light A new season spawns like a sigh And they find a home In the trail of your inner abyss you sway April's children, try to win come what may Join the cosmic tide To find the sense of life Not just look, but diving deep Your fervor, a fire, intense and steep So finely wrought, a sight to hold A springtime masterpiece, tales untold A soul of valor, bold and grand With a mesmerizing stand Seductive lure, without disguise Entrancing me under passion's rise Under passion's rise In the trail of your inner abyss you sway April's children, try to win come what may Oh oh What may Oh oh What may An ephemeral void In the trail of your inner abyss you sway April's children, try to win come what may To find the sense of life