Staring at the Forthcoming Chaos - Dodsferd

Cool and unfeeling is the look of my eyes, In which slowly dies longing to live. My soul straies into the labyrinth of the hopeless emptiness And burns her glow

Perhaps the wind itself from old myth sweped the dust away, In a sleep of a beauty frigg caused the fear. Ah worried, worried is Balde's mother, So worried, tha

Tomorrow is chamber of sadness griefing for today, When the prophets break so unfeelingly the ray of my luck. And I my hand rear to you kissed by pain, To forev

No voice, no singing, I call at the distance. Only like sad whaleos songs resound from dark fog Mournful the soul lacerating lamentations. Only the silent wind,

Hear my song, which my breast opens me, To my hands can lay my heart into your palms of hand. My love, my love is mournful ship Sinked in the sea, in the sea of

Look of my eyes, full of sadness Spread diffusely on affable curves Of your innocent body. My sorrow is waterfall dash tompieces About crystal surface of finded