Testo di Canticle

Rusted faces, withered body, see the tears run down my dress Heartless quiet peace, besiege the soul, decadence over my mind Joyful heart & sadness, separation My heart has fled away, crisis by me confused Our fate has faded away, forget the withered dreamland Silent regrets, conceal trembling, gentle whimper to cry out Dried up expression, fearful danger, dispirit during nighttime No matter what it may be, no more return Increase empty memory, emptiness Cross the stormwind, there's no way in the end