Текст песни The Sky

The Sky- Hevlaska I feel the breeze of night, as love kiss It touches my face, drying the tears that caused you me And the blood draining not cause more pain The homesickness of love that I did not have Is the souvenir that you me left This sigh of life remains that me, It takes that me to become vacant for the souvenirs And the tars that you play like thorns Memories of hate and full of longing pain drill That the nights brings the bloody moon That the stars fall as balls of fire Blaspheming for ages, I turned crossbow, I beast, I turned saint The sky is falling and freeing the pleasures as in the lost paradise.