A Tale Of Loss

Everyday occurrences pervaded by eerie glimmerings of the unknown
Alleged sordid medicines for melancholy, only wicked this way come and they go away
I would be clothed in trees and rivers I would freeze gladly
In the hoarfrosted ice-house door sleep with thunders and visions... Take it slowly and inhale the heady aroma
A small sip of fanciful dreams
They who enter hear more deeply the striking of sickening clock
Face never spotted with the scarlet horror seeking for the meaning
Fake words suppressed me cloudless climes and starry skies, the waves in every raven trees
Where thoughts serenely sweet express I sank in tumult to a ocean
And I am gone forever, now I am gone and forgotten. How dear was my dwelling place...
What I know fairly well die first real time of living

[lead - Sulka]

What I know fairly well die first real time of living. I would be clothed in trees and rivers I would freeze gladly
In the hoar-frosted ice-house door sleep with thunders and visions...
Take it slowly and inhale the heady aroma. A small sip of fanciful dreams