It is the essence of wounds
When Morpheus neglects me
It is the bittersweet moon
Against your face it won't protect me
And when I stumble off your trail
The illusion gently fades
That your innocence prevail
That I will recognise it one day
And this voice inside my head
That comes to me at night
It keeps telling me you are dead
Although I know you'll never die
And these words I've always known
Seem so hard to face alone
When you tell me that I will find
What you tell me that I will know

Fallos fortær
Forfalt forkullet
Blod former mørklagt sti
Alt det skjulte flakker vekk ifra
Skjebnens arr igjen
Grim og ukjent, lev
Dimensjon forgjeves
Roten strekker seg igjen
Bakom livets lys vitrer sykt barn
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