Gris - Where So Many Tombs Were Forgotten


The night, so dark, so beautiful, as your eyes 
Endless lethargic frames of mind 
Winds of sorrow divide my soul in pain 
The past is a current live&#8230; 

Thousands of broken pieces of sharpened glass 
Reflect my cold emotions in the empathic ways 
Of my desperation 

Wandering in the coldest depression 
In front of so many nameless graves 
In this pessimistic burial ground 
Where so many tombs were forgotten&#8230; 

I dwell in the sewers of life&#8230; 

Thousands of broken pieces of sharpened glass 
Reflect my cold emotions in the empathic ways 
of my desperation 

The night, so dark, so beautiful, as your eyes 
Endless lethargic frames of mind 
Winds of sorrow blow my sick reflections 
To Where so many tombs were forgotten&#8230;

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