Dark Millennium

My Repetory Of Grey

Dark Millennium


Rearing the lool from the sun
I would never know the latest
day I woke up in the cold broke
that I promised, fading away, my light.
Tell me, my repertory, if this will last
what more they want my pride
to give
and why - I ask you why am I
the only figure
kept alive.
They had to do what
was to do what
did what in the mind
of a force known as the
sense of man
got banned and mystified ...
So lead me back,
my repetory of grey
where I belong and never can
be in possiblity to lose
my weight, my inner peace,
my way
and when you, my repertory,
ever will turn from
grey to freedom I forget
I will forget my fault
my fault,
my very fault ...

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