Of The Lost Grace

My tears are broken
The last thought falls
Among crimson trails
Of separation…
Four angels vanish
A little beyond the border line
(…I wanna die…)
vestiges of sad feat
(Glory of the Defeated)
deciphered in the blind Faith
…in the blind Faith!
I've seen incarnations to withdraw
Along the desolate heat
(and I've never hated so much the death)
the vault of heaven…broken
the dream…lost
there are no more…
the dream…lost
there are no more…
Terms of defeat for my Lord!
Terms of defeat for my Lord!
Terms of defeat for my Lord!
Terms of defeat for my Lord!
One tragic recognition
In the mirror shadow
One - kneeling, defeated
Glory and Perfection
Last days of a world
That I cry out for
Be silent, please
Hold back the tears…
So stay like that..
Dressed in an endless mourning
Without words
(and death in the heart)
in the last farewell…
… and all the day that God will send
my throughts will try to reach you
crowned by love,
fondled by peace…
Your memory in the love safety
crowned by love,
fondled by peace…
Your memory in the love safety
Last day of a world