Deeply hidden in the deepest wood. Black is the night. . The owls are singing between the worlds. The circle closes, the cycle of fire opens its doors.
Oh dark night, in silence broken ban,. Shackles of fear, I lie there, flat and merely. The valley lies deep, staggering in the past, shadows. Hide danger and feed me in the coldness,.
I buried my dreams. Out of my fear to fail. But this fear created. A hope that woke me up. . The awakening. The awakening. The awakening.
The image of the world I live in. Born into to fall into oblivion. Is the huge arena of illusion and deceit. Nothing's real, not a thing. . Curtain call and the show starts.
With open arms, I am waiting. With open arms, I see the end. With open arms, I am dying. Dying a mournful death. . The landscape wipes out my tears. It's greyness stings my eyes.
I feel breathe, live alone with my love. Gave it to you. I should have known. Reality will never be a dream. . In my dreams I walk around. In the darkness of my ashes.