Elsa regarde le ciel, Elle pense que rien n?est plus beau Elle croit qu?elle est immortelle Et ne se soucie pas des salauds Des questions trottent dans
Rien ne s?efface, rien ne s?oublie Rien ne se controle mais tout se vie Restez dans l?ombre de vos vies Ou rien ne s?effondre, rien ne se construit
Dites moi que rien n?est vrai Qu?hier rien ne s?est passe Personne n?a appele, Il n?y a pas eu d? nouvelles Personne ne l?a touchee Elle est reste pucelle
Dear father can you help me I?m standing in darkness I hate myself, I hurt myself I?m falling in madness Dear mother can you see me I die everyday I
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Oh ancient one, thy the knowledge of death Rise from thy tomb And reveal thy wisdom, the secrets of life To the daughters of the endless night Born in
'But the soul becomes fond' she said, as another day lay down and died. 'Is it not time' I said, to abandon these chains that bind us and gather together
A season died, no tears were shed, my eyes turned gold, there was fire in the sky. We were sundrenched. My world turned green and breathed as a new-born
In a pool of tears, that are my own, I am sitting still crying. So many years and still no sign, so many years I am waiting. You promised me you would
I stood and watched, but I could not believe, I was new to this beauty... why had I been before?. The metallic glowing blue, provoked memories long dormant
souls fell, as angels had wings, we had grace below us. We became no man, no love would escape our sun and where once an arcane cage gripped me, my soul
within the magic of the ivory can act as a siren to the angels. You hold within your very eyes an eclipse and with you also comes a sun, whose arcane
Beneath the very skies that I had, for so long, sought in vain. An arcane sun hid behind clouds who were to be my salvation. 'Nectar of the gods; you
Many seasons have passed since first my search began, with each night came a quest.... to escape from a world where I could find no peace, only despair
In the breast of the sky, I saw them gathered in flight, casting down their enveloping aura, as leaves would fall, it touched my every pore. The kindest
Though I've called your name a thousand times, my words are blown back into my face. The wind makes my skin harder still. The clouds race by over-head
