The Sky

The Sky

The Sky- Hevlaska

I feel the breeze of night, as love kiss
It touches my face, drying the tears that caused you me
And the blood draining not cause more pain
The homesickness of love that I did not have

Is the souvenir that you me left
This sigh of life remains that me,
It takes that me to become vacant for the souvenirs

And the tars that you play like thorns
Memories of hate and full of longing pain drill
That the nights brings the bloody moon
That the stars fall as balls of fire

Blaspheming for ages, I turned crossbow, I beast, I turned saint
The sky is falling and freeing the pleasures
as in the lost paradise.