thronging in the endless space.
It is a strange reality,
despite thousands of possibilities of assertion,
I can promise and do only little.
when I flow in the most bewitching dark,
I cannot understand your train of thought.
When I wander along the heavenly path,
you can hardly understand
that you can exchange a lifetime for a single second.
Perhaps I may send you a sign in ciphers
for you to understand the meaning
of my seconds on your way to bliss.
Will we ever again behold each other's look?
In a tidal wave of sorrowful days,
freezing passion used to drive me on
so I could confess to the stars.
- No Prayer Left
- The Summer Night End
- Strangers in Our Homes
- Crimes Against Humanity
- Dead Angel Rising
- Voluntary Slaves
- Confession to Stars