I hear the stars sing,
be the shadows reaching lonelines within the world,
within the void.
Eyes of knowledge,
eyes of the blind.
I see the ocean roar.
Pulling itself away,
off from the shores.
Shores of sorrow,
shores of darkness.
I smell the decayed leafs,
landing down from their wombs.
From the old gallow trees.
I feel the wind,
as it rises the dawn and whirls the sun.
be the shadows reaching lonelines within the world,
within the void.
Eyes of knowledge,
eyes of the blind.
I see the ocean roar.
Pulling itself away,
off from the shores.
Shores of sorrow,
shores of darkness.
I smell the decayed leafs,
landing down from their wombs.
From the old gallow trees.
I feel the wind,
as it rises the dawn and whirls the sun.