With each passing day, a deeper grave - 8. Oktobris 2009
There has never been a silence like this before
SchizoSnorre
I open my weary eyes once again
Last night I hoped and wished I'd die in my sleep
Will this pain ever pass?
So half of me rode to the mountains and the other half soared high in the winds
to a place where the angels had fallen, the soil gagged and choked on their wings
I saw the nightfall...
It called to me like a river of shadows
It sang to me with the cries of a thousand ravens that blackened the sky as they
took flight
and sank the Sol
I shall never trust the sun again, Eridanis Nadir
I don't want to be forgotten... I never wanted to be human
The trees bore their withered silhouettes, that cast a spell upon unearthly white
No wolf shall keep his secrets, no bird shall dance the skyline
And I am left with nothing but an oath that gleams like a sword
To bathe in the blood of man