windows This house is dead The sound of falling When the pictures are moving Between the memories The sound of falling When the pictures are moving Dead in time Brave
We saw it all pass by and you went by And I can't control anything When you said that life can't be what you want And I really want everything Hat I pray
Fallen idol, hanged man Great winds rides the mill Further into the vast limits Do not exist Five day pain Closer now than ever Birds escape, mute
Day gray park look the same And all the days are pale I never thought it would rain this way I should be knowing that it used to be me Let's stay here
Black theatre of love Violet dancers cast their blood The moon gave me flowers For funerals to come 12 shapes bow before her I am still one of them 12
Now fall into a vacant sphere Pierced by darkness They call it death And surrounded me with sleep They lost the earth In fire waved it into a sea This
catching flies by now speaking to someone Breaking the windows this house is dead the sound Of falling when the pictures are moving Between the memories dead in time brave
Übersetzung: Katatonia. Tapfer.
: Captured within a shroud of autumn All is silent as I depart the earth Only the sound of a storm so far Drawing nearer to catch my soul My life is
: I stand as I cry Mourning in the silent rain Death will light my burden Endless is my sorrow Gateways so dark All these years of dying Gone are dreams
: Open life beneath Her glory stains the hearse Procession watch the rain Mourns the opposite birth For the wind hopes to die Far away from home Same
: Garden, still and cold Leaves once green turned to gold Wrapped in fields, eternal sky I bid farewell, I die... Birds of the night, sing my songs
: Through the bleak window of my soul In marble halls of falling snow Winter touch the earth undone Embittered we embrace for funerals to come...
: Dancing through the silent waves The shimmering moonlight Over lost angels remains Whispering through gloomy halls Beneath the gentle soft caress
: Falled idol Hanged man Great winds rides the mill Further into the vast Limits do not exist Five day pain Closer now than ever Birds escape Mute flock
: God - burn me for I am a sinner I have sold my fortune to the beast Murders scream for my empty soul Forever hiding in the life beneath I lie underneath
: We saw it all pass by And you went by And I can't control anything When you said that life can't be what you want And I really want everything When
