Bloody poor swan´s in the mud tonight
Where no one shows you the calmness of love
Wolves howl in the still of the night
He dances thru´
First of all I believe on the other hand I try
There´s a real way to get out to be myself
Velvet and despair rushes along
With the poor hearts of my song
When no one shows you the darkness you feel
How can a dead swan show it?
Sinners and lovers, unholy paths
cut out the shadow in your mind
How can we bear it staring at death?
How...?