celtic-lord

This is how the lucky feel How the blessed think Like daybreak in spring The sun on a spring morning Like the flat brink of a cloud Like a dark night in autumn But how do I feel In my gloomy depths? A black winter day No, darker than that Gloomier than an autumn night

És a dimensão paralela que para ti sou, encoberta de caras coloridas e gargalhadas distantes, ausentes de mim, ou da minha existência. Um mundo dentro de dois mundos, que me destroi e guarda num sentimento preso e mudo. Um mundo que está a partir pelo cansaço, pela permanente agonia de inexistir!

The neck and then the chain The head is hung in shame The neck and then the chain The head is hung in shame I thought that you had grown That you'd carry on But now that I am gone What else's been withdrawn? You used to be like my twin And all it's been Was it all for nothing? Are you strong when you're with him The one who's placed you above us all? I think our love I'll let it pass It feels like fire But it won't last What is it coming to? I'm unwilling to go on You have lost No one has won...