I am the last breath of the moon
upon the passing seasons...Fades
the rising sun of doom at blood of
death and treason...Digging the
fallen skull of God from quest of
truth and reason...Roaming upon the
nowhere miles - freedom remains my
prison...
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Slowly and coldly the
nights roll to day, This dim mist
covers my frosty city; With your
warm touch blowing all cold away,
you will hold my hands for
eternity...
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The night is growing
really dark, the wind is blowing
strong; Whereon the blue-birds in
the sky roam numb with silent
tongues; There walking down the
path I saw alone I've traveled
long; Some autumn leafs, some
summer streets - some rain will
bear my song...