Written in Waters

I slumber throught my years, like the desert moves with the wind. Frozen and flickering, the lustful year has met its end. A wanderer I am indeed... ...the son of the moon... and I will carry mountains soon. A burden I was for those who woke the sun.

I swarm deserted away, like glass... Warm, and as fevers, I am as flame. I am death... For I, I weave our blasphemies... Witches painted me, Like the mysteries created me... Like where the poets breathe, I were woven into blasphemies. 专辑:Written in W

This sweetness that surrounded us, and bled with us... We touched it, and it smelt far worse than weeds... I have touched winds... I have touched sorrows... (I touched the devil once...) ...and I have touched the past... It was like the love of thorn

...went away with my fathers, to gather the fallen. To return with the wisdom of the kings... Let me dream. (Let the jewels gleam.) Let the fallen hear: "It never rains around here." The sand smothered on my chest... Was music choir... It will n

Autumn witches standing barefoot in the sea. Singing songs that even brought the devil to his knees. We shall inherit the time... Like the thunder stands for comfort. With the dancer in our dreams. Autumn witches mesmerizing leaves to flee. Dancing d

Admire it in it's sleep. Wounded, and embraced by dreams. Whatever wanders in these depths, It shall carry along. This shore is for the throne... I am forever. A storm, but ever so fearless it wandered. Fear me, wherever it stands, From here... I was