A haunting thought from below:
Did we [...] my
Dreams of love and [...]?
Do we start from reality?
Was our passion running through night?
Such coundamn of my beloved?
Restless weeping [...] lost
Taste its shades with dead.
Dont' be afraid, virgin.
A [...] of [...]
For thee, my love,
A love that never will be.
[...] in my mind
Left its place in my thoughts.
Emotions of [...]
Time stole it and [...] existence
My beloved is [...]
My [...] sentiment.
[...] there's a god upon
Oh, don't be afraid of me, my love!
[...]
Who's that [...]
False [...]
[...]
Love is rising
I am [...]
Of not to be
Worthy of you.
The pain of[...]
During the [...] of sanity
And my [...] who [...]
Memory of scorn [...] forlorn.
Deny my [...]
My [...]
It [...] demons
Make reality [...]
[...]
Who's that [...]
False [...]
[...]
Love is rising
I am [...]
Of not to be
Worthy of you.
