Album: We...The Enlightened
The past... so harsh
The memories
So real... so painful
Come and take me
I'm reaching my end
...Falling...
The oblation to cease
As I die
I trust myself in hands of death
The sky I embrace
On golden wings
I am the unknown sky
The realms
Of love and hate
Grief and joy
...Sins...
Sins, I'm made of...
And darkened dreams
My darkened eyes
My darkened dreams
...Sins...
Your arms are open
I gaze inside
The night stands restless
She feels the signs
...Of my sins...