And from the ashes a phoenix rose With wings made of gold It gently touched me a touch of relief I was ready to start a new circle Hoping it would never come to an end Never too late for hope The gray ice melted slowly Where is my world, the beginning of my life bound Surrounded by light, wandering aimlessly around Hearing voices, calling my name While I hover, world's a dark stain Where is summertime? I'm longing for its warmth Far too long I shivered in winter's icy force Clouds are above me, mid air caresses my lungs I let myself drift, waiting for spring sun Soft grass but it hurts to go over it Pointed stings running between I stick Brooks are roaring, the water blood red Please let me drink, but I can't, I'm dead Souls are screaming Mothers and sons Are slaughtering themselves Am I teaching a dream? Souls are screaming Mothers and sons Are slaughtering themselves Am I teaching a dream? Where is my world, the beginning of my life bound Surrounded by light, wandering aimlessly around Hearing voices, calling my name While I hover, world's a dark stain Where is summertime? I'm longing for its warmth Far too long I shivered in winter's icy force Clouds are above me, mid air caresses my lungs I let myself drift, waiting for spring sun © PROPHECIES PUBLISHING MARKUS STAIGE; HANSEATIC MUSIKVERLAG GMBH; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com