The sea is stained with blood and gold
by a dying sun that burns so red,
for the battles at the edges of Earth.
This scent of life, one nature that embraces
these ungrateful humans
Killers of life.
The coming night nothing good is to bring, too much time to think.
One tormented soul who finds in the sea a refuge of peace.
A sky and sea of crimson and gold,
he thinks on what could have been prefering to be the observant rock [on which waves break]x2
The light of the beacon can not yet compete with the brightness of sunlight which refuses to hide.
And without waiting for the night, he cried, with the melody of a song in his head,
Such a beautiful song, as the one before his eyes, so beautiful as the land he stood on.
One heart full of beauty, of life and scars and ashes.
One heart full of beauty, of life and scars and ashes.
by a dying sun that burns so red,
for the battles at the edges of Earth.
This scent of life, one nature that embraces
these ungrateful humans
Killers of life.
The coming night nothing good is to bring, too much time to think.
One tormented soul who finds in the sea a refuge of peace.
A sky and sea of crimson and gold,
he thinks on what could have been prefering to be the observant rock [on which waves break]x2
The light of the beacon can not yet compete with the brightness of sunlight which refuses to hide.
And without waiting for the night, he cried, with the melody of a song in his head,
Such a beautiful song, as the one before his eyes, so beautiful as the land he stood on.
One heart full of beauty, of life and scars and ashes.
One heart full of beauty, of life and scars and ashes.