Heaven's Darkest Shore 1

Don't tell me that you are not really alive

Oh how many dreams I'm having in this life

Sometimes I see the daylight, but prefer to look

over its whitish borders, going with my eyes

over the memory of it.

Just a hazy memory, not even so nice

She was a completely drunk, was laying on the bed.

That time I recognized the place surely better,

feeling distant even more.

She went on asking me to hold her tight.

Her skin was so warm.

Then I pushed her head on the frozen grass

while the first snowflakes were falling down.

She suddenly turned to me with insane demon-eyes.

She was feeling hurt and won.

I let her go away.

Flat with no warm rooms shone in those

year's anguish, at night,

when their mouths had been singing

with that voice

Their paralyzing voice,

and when their screams

became my music itself.

So, where will you take me

once I talk to you?

Take me away because it's too late.

Now I'm getting better

I always laugh.

Yes, I always laugh