It's a strange nostalgia that haunts me this evening
Like a ghost torn from his pit
Escaping into the nights, drinking the wrong notes
Cé deep phalanges, the brain filled with black
Ancient evil, the vile plague of the rusty soul
Slowly I fade to the ethereal shores
br/>Chain me, bind me to the evening thrones
Would perhaps cure me of my ills?
Disappear on more beautiful shores
If my dusty wings take me there
Will your love be less severe
Than in my heart, the sadness of the earth?
Des dying suns in the weakening dawn
Flowing away their rays, their melancholy
Dead on the shores like angels in hell
Wrecks in the old-fashioned mists ©es
May I melt into your wells of light