Take this kiss upon the lip
And let me see a smile
Your image is the golden drip
That guides me for a while
My days are a dream
My nights are a lie
You are what I seek to hold
In the cold of the times
All that we see or seem to be
Is but a dream within a dream within a dream
All that we see or seem to be
Is but a dream within a dream
I wait up on a golden shore
With sunshine in my hands
While listening to the endless roar
I hope for farthest lands
My days are a dream
My nights are a lie
You are what I seek to hold
In the cold of the times
All that we see or seem to be
Is but a dream within a dream within a dream
All that we see or seem to be
Is but a dream within a dream
Can I not hold you in my arms so tight?
Can I not save you from the cold of bitter times?
In a smile or in a pitiless embrace
We are not supposed to be
All that we see or seem to be
Is but a dream within a dream
- :
- Leverage
- Miscellaneous
- Lyriel 3 CD Compilation
- Paranoid Circus
- Skin and Bones
- Gothic Compilation, Part LIV
- All for Metal, Vol. IV
- Numbers
- All for Metal, Vol. 4
- Gothic Compilation, Part LXII
- Gothic Spirits 19
- Wenn die Engel fallen
- Wenn die Engel fallen (Live)
- Prisonworld
- Celtic Assault, Volume 1
- Zillo CD 02/05
- Mystic Spirits, Volume 17
- Autumntales
- Mystic Spirits: The Chants of Paradise
- Demonic and Divine