(On my twenty-fifth birthday)
The night dropped down the poison dew
And darkened every nature\’s hue
The leaves stopped rustle in the mist
Where…(On my twenty-fifth birthday)
The night dropped down the poison dew
And darkened every nature\’s hue
The leaves stopped rustle in the mist
Where I still walk a lonely priest
Who can reply me why it\’s so
That what I feel is but the woe
And with the sorrow as my bread
I\’m lost among the living dead?
My dreams and all I loved is gone
I guess, I really made cross Norn
…The torn clouds rush about the sky
And the eidolons fly anigh…
The blackest teardrops blind my sight
Extinguishing the final light
I hear the whisper of the waves:
\»It\’s time to cover in the graves\»
My joys are fled, my tales are told
God, am I really wise and old?
And can I judge, condemn or shrive?
No way! I\’m only twenty five…
