The Beauty Of Time

Time reflects what it was
we're here far away from the sun
seduced by the beauty of time
dissolving in the sour of death
my memory desecrated
will be witness to your decay
the voice of silence waits
laying in the edge of time
awaken my friend
the life's storm door is here
and follow the dark worshippers
my memory desecrated
will be witness to your escence
materialized on ice
your distress that grows in me
forever be me enslaved
the endmost and darkest place
become so solemn
the eternalwillof destiny
more eminent
than your endeavour to fly
my memory desecrated
will we witness to your decay
the voice of silence waits