Oh ancient spirits of the wind
Give me the strenght to unsummon,
those thoughts
All the ghosts go to past now
One day before the rain,
I still remember,
like a sculpture before me,
but it disappeared in a trail of light
I gave you roses by the night,
and now I bleed for its thorns
For each petal, that now falls,
I scream a strong and scary wail
Another day is coming on,
and the sun... Singing low
Whispering of what is gone
But only for a moment,
then my eyes open again
Emotions whiter and die
as time passes by
I've seen a sculpture before me,
but it had no face
I've seen illusions of the real,
as candles in the wind
For each drop of blood that falls,
it paints my truth behind this seal
Another day is coming on,
and the sun... Singing low
Whispering of what is gone
But only for a moment,
then my eyes open again
