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This Meeting
09:46
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Smile of a snake
A scar on a face
A final cut
A look in the eyes to the past
There's only death in its roots
Bugs in its shroud
Only a scene of tragedy
This is what I feel
A dead Hotel Room
A dark yellow light
By asking and crying
We cover our memories in sorrow
Like a hidden lie
By cutting the velvet
The withered flowers in my hands
Turn into dead leaves
I'm in the room where my soul left my body
I'm now free as I'm lying on the ground
Like a hidden flower
Down under a black curtain
Our memories combine
My life's torn apart
I fall on my knees
As the life's drowning in darkness
All left is a corpse from me
My existence flows like blood
I wear terrible gloves made from a sinner's body
My forgotten dreams paint my eyes and skin with blood
Only a few more hours
Then I'll leave myself to dying
This meeting when we stand on our souls
Is just a scene of tragedy
Forever silence...
A spirit appears on the doorway
The loneliness and the pain I bear...
I am doomed!
As a cold wind blows on a wasteland
The ground is wet with the tears of life
Pictures of hope are covered with yesterday's ash
What I saw is just a wreckage in dust
Show me a way from here
Or will you run away and leave me?
Ask me where I've been in the past
As I see this fear in your eyes
Tell me the secret of this dream
Or is it real as love?
Kill me with the gun in your hands
And stop this pain I take...
And as the waves hit to the shores
And as the waters flow
Pale, dead parts of me will appear on sand
Then the sands will be my body
Waves will be my soul
A wind will carry me to the infinite emptiness
And maybe you'll find me near a dark swamp
I'll look at you sadly but hopefully
Then flowers will appear on my dirty face
But they'll just be stillborn flowers
Carrying my suffering...
This is a story made from dust
A tear fallen from a knife
A pain that no one could take
A corpse covered in sin
Our dialogs capture our memories and time
It only leaves stoned feelings to us
This is only a dead memory left in the past
This is just a broken story from another life
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Finally a moon fell down from the sky
It stopped on the branch of a leafless tree
There it was holding a bleeding angel
It told me to pour its blood into a cup
Behold I was sad, I cut the angel and let it die
It said "My spirit will be with you always
And save you from darkness and unknown fears
Pour my blood into your soil
And let the leaves all be coloured"
I looked at you in sadness from the dark window glass
Have I been ruined or have I been too silent to get inside?
I must welcome you
I saw you four winters before
Leaves all been coloured and grown
But the silhouettes get stoned
This is the call of the little angel in darkness
As the killed angels fall I'll write my story
And an angel silhouette appears on the leafless ground
And in this eternal sadness tells to me:
"You'll find peace in your memories
Sit in a broken chair
Pour my blood into your soil
And let the leaves all be coloured"
I looked at you in sadness as my last memory slips away
Many things have changed here
I see my childhood dreams once again
Leaves are falling one by one
But only the silhouettes are broken down
The silhouettes are broken down
I must welcome you my sacred guest
The last time I saw you was four winters before
These leaves all been coloured
After you my garden growed
But close the gate's door, I don't want to fear inside
I saw a big mountain on a green meadow
Lonely as I but huge and beautiful
And a flower is taken from my hands
The silence of the dirty maid
I just fell down and die
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Ocean
02:31
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