Having forgotten about autumn we rush into winter and get drown in cold emptiness,
having closed the hand over the warmth of our souls..
for a moment we recall (call in mind) the scraps of lies and bitterness of loss...
and death then has taken our souls
and we have understood there is no way back...
why cant we get nor in paradise nor in hell...?
thats because we are the other ones
we are ghosts, running into the darkness ...
They remember only the night and the road..
And ahead - ahead is only death....
And no, thats not frightening, thats not the end of the jorney
Theres no need to cry, this wont help,
Because the tears are the moans of the soul, that will kill you soon...
But the life could be so beautiful,
Could be as sweet as taste of blood for a vampire,
But we have choosen our way ourselves, and again and again we follow the road into the night
And once again, having forgotten about autumn and winter, we get drowned into the darkness of the ages
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
