Since long... been floating... through oceans... alone...
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Big walls of ice protect me for the outside
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It's cold inside, a neverending grey night
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Despite the safety, I dream and moan
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They're always about the same they're warm
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But warmth becomes heat, it's growin': a red storm
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A long time ago, I did, trust a young God
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He did gave me warmth, he did care a lot!
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But as true gods do, he faded, disappeared in the air
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Left me with my solitude, life isn't fair
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I did shape my wall
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Wrote my youth on a scroll
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Gods don't care after all
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The time consumer ate my life
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Benefitting from my age of strife
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Now warmth is kept away
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And everyday is the same day
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My eyes they stare through tunnels of glass...
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Slowly the second sunrise appears
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It's purple rays, they melt, come near
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Memories: dripping, I remember how it was
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But it wasn't worth it for an innocent mermaiden
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I've lost his feelings and lost his faith
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I now do have an alternative
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I have the choice to stay or to live
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Once I lived, it hurts a lot
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Where is he? My Son of God?
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Where is he now, your Son of God
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Exposed
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Castle |