There are a lot of ways
To hear my final step...
To see the b***** trace,
Or rope around pale neck
And now I hear the voices,
Which're still trying to find
My last hope, which was buried
In your crying green eyes!
I watched that stream of dreams,
It'll never flow into the Sea...
...The Sea of Real realms...
Where I once was so free...
My empty eyes trims Dawn
Filled of new-born rays of Light
This final dance on bound
Will be the chorus of its sight.
This is my addiction.
This is my compassion
This is my rejection
This is my chaos
This is my addiction.
This is my compassion
This is my rejection
Like the cry of Eos...
These are my last words to say
But only Wind can hear my pray
The song was sang, Romance's fey
And even Gods will not find the key...
To hear my final step...
To see the b***** trace,
Or rope around pale neck
And now I hear the voices,
Which're still trying to find
My last hope, which was buried
In your crying green eyes!
I watched that stream of dreams,
It'll never flow into the Sea...
...The Sea of Real realms...
Where I once was so free...
My empty eyes trims Dawn
Filled of new-born rays of Light
This final dance on bound
Will be the chorus of its sight.
This is my addiction.
This is my compassion
This is my rejection
This is my chaos
This is my addiction.
This is my compassion
This is my rejection
Like the cry of Eos...
These are my last words to say
But only Wind can hear my pray
The song was sang, Romance's fey
And even Gods will not find the key...