Lirieke:
April Ethereal

love. Within ghostlike rapture the final word was mine. She faced me in awe. 'twas a token of ebony colour. Embodied in faint vapour. Wandering through April

love. Within ghostlike rapture the final word was mine. She faced me in awe. 'twas a token of ebony colour. Embodied in faint vapour. Wandering through April

On a sun burned plain Where the thousand years sand hid the ruins Of the city of columns where No man has ever lived I stand in the middle of the

You leave when the day comes The morning dew bids you goodbye The forest silently soughs when you sails Even if she perishes you won't see Her beautiful

Ever unexplored road On which the madness walks Opened in front of you Waiting for your first step Without hesitation you stepped On the path of

Bright-colored hexagons are whirling in my head They are dancing in the rhythm Of terrible screams I wish it was a dream I can't control myself

I got through the wood with difficulty and I climbed the steep peak to reach this place. On a loft of The Strange, High House in the Mist I found the

Through the night howl in the sky Through the hoof-beats of thunders In the cry of the unborn child In the shadow of the past Beyond the thin line

Seeing nothing, feeling nothing You go in the dark, you feel your way Eyes open, heart closed Sorrow on the face, a tear on the cheek You saw her