An unstoppable end The world turns every day An ending with no end So, for this time of morning I can no longer cry Even though the story goes on The
Countless times I trusted you I let you back in, knowing, yearning You know I should have run, but I, I stayed Maybe I always knew My fragile dreams
In each others arms We cried together And your tears tasted sweet All is not lost And never to be forgotten Like a shiver down my spine The lonely
I hear your voice It sings so softly Curious to join in A harmony to breathe forevermore Joyous the one to hear a voice In fields where grass grows
Empty vessel under the sun Wipe the dust from my face Another morning, black Sunday Coming down again, I'm coming down again Empty vessel, empty veins
I tried to murder the lonely, Contemplate our mortality. Into infinity, Frozen memory Wipe the tears from yesterday, A time for change, take the pain
When the silence beckons And the day draws to a close When the light of your life sighs And love dies in your eyes Only then will I realize What you
NOTE This song is sung in French. Since my NOTE knowledge of French is insufficient, NOTE I don't know the lyrics. If you know NOTE
I gave you my soul You left me dying (Freezing in the cold wind that screams through the silence, in the barren wastes of my heart) Within the walls
: And I often sigh I often wonder why I'm still here and I still cry And I often cry I often spill a tear Over those not here But still they are
: Throne of grief ..in a dying essence Crying beauty ..the fettered aura Forgotten oceans of hope ..Betrayed aphony Sullen laughter in unventured
: An unstoppable end The world turns every day An ending with no end So, for this time of morning I can no longer cry Even though the story goes
: In each others arms We cried together And your tears tasted sweet All is not lost And never to be forgotten Like a shiver down my spine The
: I bear the seed of ruin A golden age turned to stone Elysium... to dust For this, a tragic journey A vision of a dying embrace Scattered earth
: When you look at me From your own century I may seem to be Strange archeology But when the winds blow From this direction You may sense me there
: "Tonight your soul sleeps, but one day you will feel real pain, maybe then you will see mee as I am, A fragile wreck on a storm of emotion" Countless
: Empty vessel under the sun wipe the dust from my face another morning black sunday coming down again empty vessel empty veins empty bottle wish
: My passion rise... a twilight ride Stark light of dark night in my eyes My forlorn lust... My soul it burns My forlorn lust... My soul is burning
