Winterframes 歌词

Fog, he wasn't sorry this it The fog was such a mask Behind which at once disappear Emerge from a thikness of dark " dancing through the silent waves Wheezing of pleasure and suffering " He walked through the fog Between a thousand black torn walls To the shoulder of a child And call her name in a whiff a terrified And making her run away with glance Dancing through the silent waves Wheezing of pleasure and suffering The oil lamp hanging from the ceiling Pictures of nightmares born from there Storm of sadness cleanse my wings This is the last dawn i will see There is no time to lose Morning is still to far The sun shall turn to dark Inside the lunar light Everything is so real I don't disappear Every time this year To take one more life that can be near Sometimes i see a ghost of me Drowning through the past One day i will be free Winterframes