1. |
Lovers Daydream End
01:03
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2. |
Garden of Buried Roses
03:21
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The winds of oblivion have risen,
no flowers bloom here anymore.
A thousand roses buried deep down,
all of them to never return.
Fallen leaves find their demise,
are swallowed by the cold ground.
And no soul stands here with me,
only the shadows of long dead years.
Oh, hear the sound
of this dreadful night.
Heal my heart
wounded by these thorns.
They come back,
following my cries.
Will they find
my dark places?
Tear my flesh
as they grow up right off my hands.
The time has come
for me to get back to my grave.
(Leave me alone, I’ll be buried alone.
Get out of my body!
I’ll end it all tonight)
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3. |
You're So Beautiful
04:28
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Would you believe me
if I held your blue eyes in my hands?
How could you miss them now
if you have always been blind?
Silence broken,
lies we’ve spoken.
Angels watching
heavens burning.
You are
all perfection, yes
you are.
When I kiss your lips
doused in red.
You’re so beautiful,
you’re so beautiful.
You are,
you are,
you are,
you are.
Would you believe me
if I laid your red heart on this bed?
How could you miss it
if emptiness lies there instead?
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4. |
In Sickness
03:31
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Oh, he said that death would do us apart.
In death now shall we meet again.
Make me sick,
kiss me ill.
Cover me with your disease.
Make me cry,
help me die.
All my tears for you be gone!
Oh, he said in sickness and in health.
I’d join you both in life and death.
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5. |
Almas gemelas
04:24
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I’ve been looking for so long,
only you could understand.
All my body aches, forevermore.
This piece I miss, this blood runs cold.
I have dreams in which I find
someone to hold close at night.
I have heard about you in every song.
But I don’t know your face or name.
I start to fade.
My soul turns pale.
There’s no one here,
just me and my thoughts.
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6. |
Unloved
05:23
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We feel unloved
for void is
our only hope.
A kiss may cure
pain and solitude
(but) not the last goodbye.
Falling snow
outside
drowns these ghosts.
We feel as if we don’t
belong to ourselves,
but to each other.
A burial ground takes sometimes
two hearts in the same coffin.
A mist of memories
devours our last words.
Our voice unheard.
We rest in the dark,
our screams vanish.
Nothing.
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