Clapatria

Four Dead Seasons

Clapatria


I can feel the warmth of summer breeze 
And the coldness of winter frost that freeze 
The darkness in thy serene night I feel 
And all the shades of thy crimson light I need 

But most I feel the pain of life, 
thus I suffer more than thou 
With sympathy I bleed for thee, 
but thy loss you feel devour s me 
O'human relief has forsaken me, 
as your spirits are buried underground 
The coldness of this dead cold night, 
it's tremendous deeds you can't defeat without a fight 

More anguish I feel when thy autumn leaves fall 
More despair for success I need when the spring flowers blossom 
More frozen I'll be when thy shimmering snow buries me 
More torment of heat I will feel when thy ardour wastes my pale face 

But most I feel the pain of life, 
thus I suffer more than thou 
With sympathy I bleed for thee, 
but thy loss you feel devours me 
O'human relief has forsaken me, 
as your spirits are buried underground 
The coldness of this dead cold night, 
it's tremendous deeds you can't defeat without a fight 

Your emotion is my devotion 
Thy love is real unlike the world 
Four dead seasons, but with splendid delicacy 
Sometimes they tempt us to something unreal 

But most I feel the pain of life, 
thus I suffer more than thou 
With sympathy I bleed for thee, 
but thy loss you feel devours me 
O'human relief has forsaken me, 
as your spirits are buried underground 
The coldness of this dead cold night, 
it's tremendous deeds you can't defeat without a fight