Last Whisper From a Winter Gale

Welcome to my oblivion

Welcome to my ordeal

If you think it’s just a tragedy

It’s my destiny

I bring all the colours

With my rise

Your rise is condemned

By the trees and their leaves

That already fell

Fell to rise again

With all flowers

Flowers that are already rotten

In my feet

In my needs

Nevermore For evermore

Now I understand

All the grey in your eyes

World needs

To feel the joy of living

It’s my turn

Wind may blow again

If you could feel

All my last thousand dreams

You would see all the pain

Of those who left

I can feel

Your last thousand dreams

So I can see

Their lives in you

I’ve kept the secrets of the night

And spread your crimes all over lives

God is crying out for me

And you die!

You chose your path among my flaws

In each color exists a scar

That is bleeding in me for evermore

I’m aware of your disguise!

I just make them

Dry up all their tears

Turned into stones

By your moaning breeze

So when you shall

Whisper again

There’ll be hope for all