Testo Winter (End Of Silence) Demether
Signs around, but I'm blind,
Blur and haze
Deaf, still out of tune,
Wandering with my own fears
Phrases, my shallow grave,
Written in sand, not in stone
Darkness of your mind almost
Swallowed my soul
Leave now, don't turn back,
All the pictures are torn
This winter will find you alone And cold
Leave me, Lilith,
There is blood on your hands,
Your laments are untrue,
Your flowers never bloom
I'd rather let them die
Or tear the September sky,
Then rain would fall forever
And wash your mask away
