Slow my feet are
frozen their veins
still closing helplessly afar
waking the creatures within
I am a lonely traveller awaiting to sleep
eternally under those cold woods
as my fall brings then
shadows of their wings as howling their
pleads wounded, I lay on ground
listening their needs
It's dark and cold and they fly slowly and
they know surely they raped my soul
1 | Quiet These Paintings Are |
2 | Curse Life |
3 | Entwined In Misery |
4 | Fragile Emptiness |
5 | ...To Live For My Death... |
6 | Still-Motion |
7 | Angels Of Distress |
8 | Sylvan-Night |
9 | Woundheir |
10 | Illusion's Play |