In our sadden tears.
She’s dreaming herself awake.
Lost in timeless wonders.
And we keep still in fear.
He calls to the October Moon.
To undo the curse we give.
Shamelessly it screams for more.
Hunter breed, I must give it all. When I find myself in love with the pray.
Save her, when seeing nothing but the changing seasons.
All my wishes, but I keep walking away to the end of the darken month of May.
Fantasy of a dead world in hand.
The mighty back down in honor.
Old are turned to the new, in twisted fate.
Running to never see the sun fade.
Just for one day, we tend to wait for.
Rest on the dried leaves that forever fall.
When will we ever learn that in the silence, it’s forever said our words of sorrow?
Her knees deep in your mind, slowly sinking forever more.
Without a doubt, I can still be lost in miles of dreams that come with tomorrow.
Dance to the song of wandering.
We foolishly let him drift away.
She takes with a guided hand of foretelling.
As the April snow cover the path with in.
Ancient shadows’ never far behind his heel.
He washes the dirt form her face with little understanding.
She’s dreaming herself awake.
Lost in timeless wonders.
And we keep still in fear.
He calls to the October Moon.
To undo the curse we give.
Shamelessly it screams for more.
Hunter breed, I must give it all. When I find myself in love with the pray.
Save her, when seeing nothing but the changing seasons.
All my wishes, but I keep walking away to the end of the darken month of May.
Fantasy of a dead world in hand.
The mighty back down in honor.
Old are turned to the new, in twisted fate.
Running to never see the sun fade.
Just for one day, we tend to wait for.
Rest on the dried leaves that forever fall.
When will we ever learn that in the silence, it’s forever said our words of sorrow?
Her knees deep in your mind, slowly sinking forever more.
Without a doubt, I can still be lost in miles of dreams that come with tomorrow.
Dance to the song of wandering.
We foolishly let him drift away.
She takes with a guided hand of foretelling.
As the April snow cover the path with in.
Ancient shadows’ never far behind his heel.
He washes the dirt form her face with little understanding.
