Tystnaden Subterranean Gates
Sands of white and morning rays
for my tears seem as the God's pure hands
taste and smell become divided
and my kingdom falls within you
Glass, false, will show my life
look, leaves are falling in my eyes
taste, smell, will speak of mud
taste, the smell...
waste blanks in which find me
waste, blanks...
I'm the answer and I have sent the leaves
without eyes you won't see again the light
I'm the pure hands, I hear you confession
follow me in subterranean gates
Grace, pride, are making me
Wings, clouds, are falling in my eyes
Taste, smell, will false my mind
Taste, smell...
Waste blanks in which find me
Waste, blanks...
I'm the answer and I have sent the wings
without eyes you won't see again the light
I'm the pure hands, I hear you confession
follow me in subterranean gates
Glass, false, will show my life
Glass, false...
look, leaves are falling in my eyes
look, leaves...
taste, smell, will speak of mud
taste, smell...
waste blanks in which find me
waste, blanks...
Sands of white and morning rays
for my tears seem as the God's pure hands
taste and smell become divided
and my kingdom falls within you
Shades of tears
I don't see my hands nor feel my head
and your kingdom lives within me
