In times of strife you seem to lose it all, and more somehow No waning life can retrieve it Can't make the world a better place to thrive nor can I keep
Übersetzung: Sirenia. At Sixes And Sevens.
cover our eyes and mourn our loss of existence When we falter, deprived and out of dreams Do you see there are times? to read in the lines? And trust
: In times of strife you seem to lose it all, and more somehow No waning life can retrieve it Can't make the world a better place to thrive nor can I
You can't take the exile anymore And like all the others, you're lost tonight Would you dance entranced in waning fields? and to falter on through life
this way Thoughts on a line where I leave it all behind Nothing can mend the hurt inside Sweetened horizons dance away the pain tonight Just like you and
sinner still lost in your secret world Tell me now you've seen her you know how she hurts Don't deny that you will understand the circumstances of pain at hand And
she comes down the hall Thy effigy seems frail to be or was it ever there at all? [Child:] every tear that runs adown will merge and hurt now that winter
me down profound when the night surrounds Thou stalk the Stygian stream and the riverine to haunt my hallowed fields and astrayal dreams I'm at sixes and sevens
deranged am I? [Estranged one:] haunting me Be my lover, I prithee Prophecies of death outside take the moonshine for a ride Haunting faces and staring
Would you cope for my existence? Would you last or cease persistence? I'm the moon and the seventh dreamer you're the hewn and a lost redeemer Heavenworks for a welkin at
