Where winter and
Summer are converging
I hear a voice from my past
Until she sleeps, my dreams and my way
Will be wrong
We are waiting for
The next tragedy
We are unconsciously blind
It strikes like
Thunder in blue skies
The demons fly at
The same speed of light
Their carillons are playing the song of my past
They make me roam without a direction
Please, I don't want it to be real
Don't leave her
Cannot
Forsake your voices screaming
They're like a thorn
That is cutting through
My head,
I would have never wanted this for you
Tell me what should I do now?
Where winter and summer are converging
I hear a voice from my past
Until she sleeps,
My dreams and my way
Will be wrong
Cannot
Forsake your voices screaming
They're like a thorn that is cutting through
My head
I would have never wanted this for you
Tell me what should I do now?
That I'm dead inside
My carillon is broken
And torn apart
But still I'm breathing
Why should I carry and suffer
This awful sorrow
If I can drown in this tempting
Hallucination
Why should I carry and suffer
This awful sorrow
If I can drown in this tempting
Hallucination