Текст: Evereve. Fields Of Ashes.
Our life flourished amid
A brown mother earth
Broke through the rocks
Broke through straight towards the sun
Stygian light winks through the clouds
Etched into this heart, this heart of mine
Shines onto my life from nothingness
And I ravished the rays of sunshine
Unfinished, we participate
In the run of life, our inner strife
Hidden inside us
The need to end, to end our pain
Our life flourished amid
A brown mother earth
Broke through the rocks
Broke through straight towards the sun
One with nature, spoilt, without a zest for life
Sparkling bodies embraced by ebony nights
Stygian light winks through the clouds
Etched into this heart, this heart of mine
Shines onto my life from nothingness
And I ravished the rays of sunshine
Unfinished, we participate
In the run of life, our inner strife
Hidden inside us
The need to end, to end our pain
Sometimes all our words are inadequate
For the burden of our hearts
Once ashes we will be and still the hunger for a new life
Or a soon coming death
And the dust we crumble into the willing companion
Of the four winds wailing over our souls
The ashes stills the hunger of a new coming death
The dust is the companion of the four winds from our hearts
A brown mother earth
Broke through the rocks
Broke through straight towards the sun
Stygian light winks through the clouds
Etched into this heart, this heart of mine
Shines onto my life from nothingness
And I ravished the rays of sunshine
Unfinished, we participate
In the run of life, our inner strife
Hidden inside us
The need to end, to end our pain
Our life flourished amid
A brown mother earth
Broke through the rocks
Broke through straight towards the sun
One with nature, spoilt, without a zest for life
Sparkling bodies embraced by ebony nights
Stygian light winks through the clouds
Etched into this heart, this heart of mine
Shines onto my life from nothingness
And I ravished the rays of sunshine
Unfinished, we participate
In the run of life, our inner strife
Hidden inside us
The need to end, to end our pain
Sometimes all our words are inadequate
For the burden of our hearts
Once ashes we will be and still the hunger for a new life
Or a soon coming death
And the dust we crumble into the willing companion
Of the four winds wailing over our souls
The ashes stills the hunger of a new coming death
The dust is the companion of the four winds from our hearts