Paroles de With the Death of a Blossoming Flower

I was hiding deep within your dreams Behind the black clouds covering the sky It was me who made the night so dark And the rain which poured upon your shivering shoulders The thirteenth apostle of never-ending sunlight Is it cruel how it blinds and burns your skin? And deep below the soil beneath your feet I am the one who poisoned the roots (Of trees which no longer grow) When the clouds break around the dead summit And the broken bell echoes throughout When the wind no longer whispers With the death of a blossoming flower I am found