When the ravens gather
At the blood moon sky,
Moving up in a lather,
Ready to say goodbye,

I wander by the streets
Which the mists hug
Listening to their tweets,
Disguised by the fog.

My shadow’s hiding swiftly.
My mind is stiff as gold.
My heart is feeling filthy.
There’s no one else to hold.

For my path lost the counting,
Pavement is no more.
Aware of my surrounding,
I let my tears fall.

A single lamp's still flickering
Early arrived for death.
My pulse's no longer quickening
And all I hear's my breath.

Foul birds begin their mocking
Faring me from their world
With an ungrateful flocking
Like spears that'd been hurled.

Such fate is god forgiven
But also god entrusted.
The life that I was given,
The people I mistrusted.

Your wish is to love me
And mine's to stop.
Cause I've been longing
And it didn't cease one drop.

Build unreal feelings
While I bury my true ones.
And we both look somewhere else
But then we realise:

The night’s majestic,
The stars above shine,
They're pale to the memory
Which flicker much too high.

God, we both exist on Mars,
The war of deaf, the clash of souls.
It's an enticing paradise
Which only the two of us can walk

It's limbo, Dante called it
You run but you don't move.
And again we're chatting
The real meaning is mute.

I'm your poet, I'm your pain
I'm your forever never was
In the black chill lake
Right at moonlight
Listen as I hide my scream
Dressed as a ballad.

I'm your sculptor, I'm your sanity
I'm your always and forever
Colorless hallucinations
A nostalgia induced sight
Hold me gently in a second
Then vanish before I wake up

I'm your painter, I'm your dream
I'm your never looking back
Blinding lights of evermore
Baggy jeans and icy grins
Baby we were an eclipse
Ephemeral like my wish.

Obișnuiam să îți ascult fiece șoapte,
Credeam că suntem de aceeași parte,
Dădeam din cap la ochii tăi blânzi,
Îți zâmbeam până începeai să plângi.

Aveam un vis, o stea şi o credință,
Dar undeva adânc era și o tendință,
Faima nu vine cu loialitate,
O decizie în grabă, moralitate.

Un eco agale se aude ușor
Cuvinte goale şi spălate cu clor
Apus de trecut cu aromă amăruie
Chipul blând începe să se năruie.

Aleg al meu ritm pe grele cărări,
Decât scurtături false cu mari așteptări
Spune-ți povestea până în clar de noapte
Dar tot îți lipsește, moralitate.