Darzamat

I think that life is not only this touchable, fugitive Which, though so beautyfull, passes away so quickly You used to stand behind me, I felt warm touch, heat, passion I looked back to embrace you And I saw hot purple, garden in bloom Woman with a s

Second two or maybe a day I glance over yellowed pages Touch the scares of your unpure soul I drown in sticky passion of your memory Born from chaos wind of hatred human faces it posses The sand of the sarcophagus of memories blows And every seed is

The time is not my ally I swing at the edge of the words I await eternally the moment I have dreamed of temptation of elements neverending is so great they are passing too fast darkness, light, night, day I am the ray but time is the light when will

I am reviewing myself in the flames of black art I can hear the plaintively singing of an unknown song of the night I am divina into the mirrors overfull with the dark of secrets I find traces of past decades I don't want the sun the night is eternal

I can see you in my dreams you run away from me I miss the time we did not have but the rain keeps washing my sadness away I know you'll still be in my mind I know you'll still be in my heart I close myself in my castle never to come out to give vent