I'm so far from paradise – too far from the Sky.
But I' m not in Hell – I know why.
All says – I'm cold as the North Wind.
I'm – for them – just bad news, – They screamed.
Closed the Gates of Eden, – I haven't the path to escape.
By Ghosts I make my own hell...day by day, –
Build the Dark Fortress by undead Grief.
In the faraway land have make by forever snow.
By faithful friend following to me now,
Dark Cold Finsternis let me to live.
My heart is beating in the cold rainy hands,
I already haven't faith in the Fairytales...
'Cause I have born by the Darkness, –
And I end this very sad chapter... |
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