Winter (End of Silence) - Demether

Signs around, but I’m blind

Blur and haze…

Deaf, still out of tune

Wandering with my own fears…

Phrases, my shallow grave

Written in sand, not in stone…

Darkness of your mind almost

Swallowed my soul…

Leave now, don’t turn back

All the pictures are torn…

This winter will find you alone… And cold…

Leave me, Lilith

There is blood on your hands

Your laments are untrue

Your flowers never bloom…

I’d rather let them die

Or tear the September sky

Then rain would fall forever

And wash your mask away