When the dawn of dying cries through the shrines of aeon Everlasting foul disguise mocked by contrasts disunion Sudden silence, irresolution appears All
When the dawn of dying cries through the shrines of aeon Everlasting foul disguise mocked by contrasts disunion Sudden silence, irresolution appears
Gimme your love - gimme your love in the morning Gimme your love - just gimme a piece of your heart When you're away from me I'm yearning For more than
as are deeds Already lost is blossom of the young No more... Dreams of morning shine Days leep, submit to night A curse is to live before dying A soul
Hark! Whence chant of thine Starlit frames Tunes witheld the same That oceans strive Through this time Falling for our dying grace Fading sunset paints
upon sand, And all he has is a memory, And all he yearns is her hand... Ah ah ... all he has is the memory, And all he yearns is her hand.
I walk down to the seashore To bury my hate I wait till the morning of the mourning But it's too late Down to the seashore Through the illuminous
