Dark Lunacy - Curtains

From beyond, out there the wall Silent twilight is slowly fall. Walls of live, are hit the prayer It crumble down, inside my liar. I am in hurry, time is flying Veils of sorrow take my death word God is playing, with chant of mankind Lost illusion...of mortal season. How many dreams I can relive Sliding along the hill of time. How many curtains I can arise? With this cold pain that burn in my cry. How many curtains I can arise? When sigh of sadness, deadly in my writhing. From behind The final drama, is near to me Walls of live, are hit the prayer it cover my tear stiff. How many dreams I can relive Sliding along the hill of time. I can not see...but writing... I make ones reason for don't cry. This is my secret world Where I dream, when I die This is my secret word Where I paint, while you dream...and kill. To write about you, for ride the endless When your red flowers, protected my sadness To write about we, forgotten garden Where trees of death wood, it pierce my spirit Turning pages, I can relive, and change the tale Turning pages, I what believe and pray ones again. Reason, reason, there is not reason.. For living for living in trough the prayers Shining darkness, ever in me I am sliding along the hill of time What is the price, for things I lived I can't know show....no. This is my secret word Where I dream, when I die This is my secret word Where I paint, while you dream and kill. Ones upon a time there was. And then, it will be there. Stranger cold wind, just blowing on my hill...