When the last angel's falling from above
By the sun's final rising, (We don't even see)
How the silent tears are flowing from our eyes,
As the frost is calling,
I'm crying for the human heart...
Mourning for soul.... I'm alone
Tears frozen on my cheek
through time, whispers calling
Mourning the night
Psychic Eclipse is searing my neurons
like the surface of the sun
(Another star of the black heaven)
The ghost of the shadows is
praying for a new black dawn to break.
The tears of my bitterness
Form the rivers of pain.
And their voices...
They make my soul bleed...
Our darkened past to uncover
Is buried in these twisted shades of night
I hear the silent whispers of serenity
lulling me to eternal sleep
No more waiting...No more yearning...
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