Forgotten by the sun, no hope, no light from the dark. Dressed in autumn leaves for a march towards the abysses. Symphony of nocturnal silence will guide you among the endless stars.
Sadness borne by the trees, cold winds will sweep away the memories. Grey flowers as the key to delivering torn thoughts.
Flowing tears for a blackened heart, leave your suffering leaving me with your wounds. On the pillow of your distress, your absence like a million words. Healing night will forgive us.
Sadness borne by the trees, cold winds will sweep away the memories. Grey flowers as the key to delivering torn thoughts.
Healing night will forgive us.