We don’t know what morning comes with,
A hint of red shadow, a pale light we see in the dark, we see in the dark.
A misty insects of a harvest in the night,
Creatures fall and hide between awakening and death.
We are remembering, another life,
From time, a dream.
What be the
is the ghost past, but still life.
Cold is stressing sleeping soul, till the your I’ll here.
We don’t what will bring, it’s
was that
see you there, I see you I’m
unseen is the of is breathing
Cold is not stressing the dawn of days here.
Cold not stressing your sleeping till the of days I’ll
is stressing sleeping your days here.
Cold is sleeping soul, till the dawn be here.
Cold stressing your sleeping soul, till dawn be
Gone to proclaim our destiny, swore. Was it the signs fate there?
To seal the a awakening?
All unseen my past, breathing life.
not stressing your sleeping soul, till the of days
stressing till the your I’ll