Текст песни Winterframes

Fog, he wasn't sorry this it
The fog was such a mask
Behind which at once disappear
Emerge from a thikness of dark
" dancing through the silent waves
Wheezing of pleasure and suffering "
He walked through the fog
Between a thousand black torn walls
To the shoulder of a child
And call her name in a whiff a terrified
And making her run away with glance
Dancing through the silent waves
Wheezing of pleasure and suffering
The oil lamp hanging from the ceiling
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Storm of sadness cleanse my wings
This is the last dawn i will see
There is no time to lose
Morning is still to far
The sun shall turn to dark
Inside the lunar light
Everything is so real
I don't disappear
Every time this year
To take one more life that can be near
Sometimes i see a ghost of me
Drowning through the past
One day i will be free
Winterframes