Black sun
(Indisponível)
Burning my eyes, which are almost blind
a tireless enemy of all life and time
beating down on my days so high in the sky
all hope is disturbed under its aura of ice
I bear my cross fighting against the wind
time will slowly heal all the wounds
the words that one day tore up my chest
with a useless right I’m longing to heal
With no sense of direction hoping to find
what I long to forget a star that doesn’t twinkle,
oppressive black sun from its paradise,
so icy and empty
Threatening watcher in the eternal chaos
from its shade it will devour the end of my time
it will be your bloody macabre design
which cleans your mist, mournful black sun.
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