In those hopeless nights i am sick of doubt
Confused child, will i go north? Will i go south?
Who has summoned the servants of the night?
They stir and wait, dead stones, ghosts in the light
Death comes uninvited, though god is lost
Smile child your sins will be washed
I believe i can reach your mind deep
The magic and the colors, the lust and the dreams
I want something, someone new
Someone to be there when the night is through
Discoverers and searchers stop wasting time
Redemption is a lie
Hidden connections and a forbidden trance
I summon you to pray and dance
Because all your sins are gone
Unless you waste the dawn
Words Of Harfouchism
May 11, 2017
May 11, 2017 at 5:06 PM UTC
In those hopeless nights i am sick of doubt
Confused child, will i go north? Will i go south?
Who has summoned the servants of the night?
They stir and wait, dead stones, ghosts in the light
Death comes uninvited, though god is lost
Smile child your sins will be washed
I believe i can reach your mind deep
The magic and the colors, the lust and the dreams
I want something, someone new
Someone to be there when the night is through
Discoverers and searchers stop wasting time
Redemption is a lie
Hidden connections and a forbidden trance
I summon you to pray and dance
Because all your sins are gone
Unless you waste the dawn
Words Of Harfouchism
I hope it will make sense for some..
South = heaven north = hell
