Soror Dolorosa Crystal Lane
Come and lay, along the sea Surrounded by the presence of an old lady That we use to call, breeze But I prefer to say
Life is this walk, where a man always wanders And where he goes... Each attempt to see. Through the mist of this nightmares Yes, when we try to clean, again better. All along there is a distant landscape That passion cannot blur Powerful illusion, raised by the dawn of a million suns
Life is this long walk, where a man always wanders Where he grows and where he goes Drift into the echo of a decent lover. Life is this long walk, where a man always wanders Where he grows and where he goes Drift into the echo of a decent lover.
Come and Lay, along the sea Surrounded by the presence of your mother That one day, was everything
And so far mind can descend A white light illuminates, in a place you'll never see Another feeling of disgrace, Admitting the defeat, by words came from nothing