Ephel Duath - The Other's Touch (Amaranth) lyrics

rate me

It's so improbable to find the light,

When clouds are rubbing me.

Words run creating hatred scrawl,

Streets have nothing more to ask.

When I relive this Pain

Chessmen have a unique colour,

And the Clash begins.

I feel all the moves,

I know all the moves,

but I can't expect them:

'cause I'm the battlefield.

My feeble profile seems to implode,

My aural prison becomes the perfect hiding place.

View is overturning

To this internal Abyss,

Where

My withered leaves burn

And mirrors have nothing left to reflect.