2006-05-05 : Wer : Voices

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.

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