Tenebroso

Naumachia

Compositor: Não Disponível

The city of thousand moons
Stints me on its light
I am being passed by
Pearl laughter carried along the dusty road

The pregnant thought`s weight hurts
I`m shrugging all the empty words off my back

Rain turns to Rust
Hopes remain Dreams
And i tried, i did try
Not to turn them into Dust

Hands tired of Loneliness
Odd sound of my own voice
I fear what mirrors hide
Eyes shut, no need to memorize the Pain