The pain remains the same
it will not quiet down...

The minutemen in wars of time
pay our pensive acts...

My mistletoe has wilted
yellowbrown touch dis...

I need it...
with passion lost to the wind...

I saw your face
but saw no smile...

Eternal friendships are all i have
yet friends have more than me...

Inside moon's light,
glowing with dark bursts...

Young, yet no bright light
Only sorrow tastes your lips...

Tonight, the rain washes over
blankets the earth with tears...

I feel that whisper,
silver as ice...

A perfect rage is torn and open.
Gaping with howl of a waking wind...

Peaceful stroll from lake to land
so close to me, could touch them by hand...