My dear...
Spring dies in time where darkness blind.
No eyes, no voice, no one feels the call.
Closer now, my hope's grave
Buried alone with those lies...
A dream fade away... while a wall from Heaven fell...
A prison, my death.
Cold crimson state
Why have I to see these gates?
My dear... I said
I would give you breathe,
And I wept...
Promising you the Hell.
The best secret kept ever
Dying in my prayer
So far away from the sun...
My skin burns in the fire,
And guilt lives as a burden
In the fire of death...
Just like Hell.
To remind that dreams
Won't never be forgotten,
As the fire of death...
Just like Hell.
And hurting as heart
Pounds in my soul
As the fire of death...
Just like Hell.
LyraGothe,,