Nightside Glance
My life is going fast, to ashes I will burn,
The wind will scatter my dust,
My soul will fly and not return …
I don't live in hell, nor paradise.
I see eternal dark in my eyes.
My heart was eaten by a flock of crows.
My soul is locked in the cold underground.
My death was the start of a torturing way:
Disfigured flesh and the smell of decay.
The punishment was relentless so much,
The demons are watching me but they don't touch …
Last sigh and glance…
No second chance …
Feel the fever on my skin
Who gives me the defence from my deadly sin?
The nightside glance is watching my back.
Send me to the dream press my frail neck.
The moon is shining like the sun in my unnecessary life.
The moonlight path is sending me to the land where I'll never die.
The majesty of frozen nature receives me and embraces
By the hands and covers me with a snowstorm in my grave.
In my life like in this forest I'll make my way through.
Just the moon is sympathizing, it is suffering, too.
I leave this land, staring at the sky, flying to the stars.
Just one light was in my life, this light was the dark …
Turned out from the life
And unaccepted in paradise,
In this life I am lost,
I fly in the night sky like a ghost.
(music: Gothard)
(lirycs: Otshelnik) |
