Thirdmoon Atlantis
I drown in bloody hands as I bury the withers of human kind Cold but fluid the spiral stygian tears The birds once wept in waters still blind Sombre the spectrum glows in the snow Nothing but dust bleeds on your shoulders Thine bizzare twilight - still asleep but crimson scars echoes through silver seas Unending - Still your God -uncertainly expands your tears Dead rain falls unto saphire chair Standing on horizon like tears in God Dream in cold embrace - Desire what will be Clouds in spirits of aeons drown in thy last breath I drown in bloody hands as I bury the withers of human kind The sun crimson explores me in mourning of her depature gold The divine kind that drowns in second art surrounds me The horizon bleeds, the sun is dead and still the ATLANTIS cries
