Burn in thy eyes

Oh, Lord...
How far I've walked for your blessing.
With no rest, my Lord.

I ran gloomy nights,
under the rain of desire,
I've slept in those wells
So lost in your maze...
With no rest, Lord o' mine.

I've seen how deep is truth
how much far is that light...
How the lie
can stain your soul,
your eyes...

So please,
kiss this sword,
my beauty Lord,
fill this void with your proud.
Make me free.

I need you, so do it
Just silence my screams,
-as you took my soul-

Bless again the tears,
all over my skin.
Do it, my Lord.

Then cry our name.


Lyra Gothe,,