Curtains

From beyond, out there the wall

Silent twilight is slowly fall.

Walls of live, are hit the prayer

It crumble down, inside my liar.

I am in hurry, time is flying

Veils of sorrow take my death word

God is playing, with chant of mankind

Lost illusion...of mortal season.

How many dreams I can relive

Sliding along the hill of time.

How many curtains I can arise?

With this cold pain that burn in my cry.

How many curtains I can arise?

When sigh of sadness, deadly in my writhing.

From behind

The final drama, is near to me

Walls of live, are hit the prayer

it cover my tear stiff.

How many dreams I can relive

Sliding along the hill of time.

I can not see…but writing…

I make ones reason for don't cry.

This is my secret world

Where I dream, when I die

This is my secret word

Where I paint, while you dream…and kill.

To write about you, for ride the endless

When your red flowers, protected my sadness

To write about we, forgotten garden

Where trees of death wood, it pierce my spirit

Turning pages, I can relive, and change the tale

Turning pages, I what believe and pray ones again.

Reason, reason, there is not reason..

For living for living in trough the prayers

Shining darkness, ever in me

I am sliding along the hill of time

What is the price, for things I lived

I can't know show….no.

This is my secret word

Where I dream, when I die

This is my secret word

Where I paint, while you dream and kill.

Ones upon a time there was. And then, it will be there.

Stranger cold wind, just blowing on my hill…