Cold whispers and dead songs, words that feed and words that bleed.
Ever closer or far away yesterday maybe today, I dream of you...In life and in death, two hands intertwined the fate that
With hearts of cold frameless ice with no life, no love nor the joy that once beat ever so soundly.
When I think back I only find the echos of silence, so sterile in its violent embrace, wishing to see those bones dance with grace.
The grace of the young and in love, good bye my old friend with this bitter kiss I say good night and let the angels take you in sleepless flight.