Из альбома: Theophania
Our tears are drying on the stony lips.
I pray for you, embrace me one last time.
This world will leave us. Follow me into the slipping
Bliss — to disappear within refined crime.
The road to nowhere blessed the night of final sleep.
We’ll not wake up here anymore.
The realm of dreams will be our shelter, lost and deep.
Dark labyrinth without Salvation’s door…
Unseen Artist Realm plays with our fates.
The morning will not come for us.
We are withered flowers at Oblivion’s gates.
Burnt out, fallen stars…
The pictures of our future are covered with snow.
Oh, cruel artist, who inspires you?
Our dreams fade away in memories of evening glow.
The Grief, which no one ever knew…
Where sleepless wild wind roams,
Where mothers swaddle stones,
I resurrect your call.
Where wreaths of lover' hearts
Float into whirpool’s arms,
We arise and fall…