Circle Of Ouroborus Through My Fingers
Who has cast this shell? who has cast this empty shell?
who has broken the surface and let enter the hell?
Warmness before emptiness before the tamed waves I burn
to the core a lifetime in a day But now these scorched
hands they touch my memories but now through my fingers
run the wind and the freeze I have become so frail I
have become so fatally frail I have burned all the
leaves and all the prayers Hopelessness is my goal my
wide open door a bitter life in pieces I hunger for
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