Legend Of Passing
by Asgaard· from When The Twilight Set In Again
Bloody landscape of our existence paints
The life somehow or other
The leaves clothed with the silence of
Eternal peace arrange a path which
Leads to nowhere
The mirror reflexes a shape, it talks about dreams
I step into this unknown world as endlessly flowing river
I walk on the sharp stones and follow
The way of life
I reach for the door to my conscience
In rain
Open your thoughts like a bird with its
Wings spread out
Plunge into your time to find the
Essence of it