When the sun goes down
I hear voices,
Turning my face towords the night...
The veil of darkeness I explore,
Ancient worlds I dreamt about.
Shadows inhabit over there
Whispering in unknown tongue,
Spirits lost, never to glare,
Circling freely round and round.
Voices screaming in my head-
Fatal message of the dead...
I won't fail to say good-bye
Dissolving in the violet sky...
...I'm ready to follow my shadow.
Who will spy this spirits lost?
No one cares to take a look
At the everlasting sky,
At the lost forgotten spook.
Fly away to the black night,
Leave this tinsel desolate land,
Long ago the morrow died...
I hear voices in my head. |
