My way to the sunrise is too long
Too many ways and whishes are killing me
And the quiet heart is still talking of my own life lines
But black bloody tears are flowing from the eyes
Here in my arms there is a wreath of dead roses
The thousand ravens are over my head
The know that I don't want to know
They're singing with the wings
These songs are so cold
Silent poetry words have opened grey stone door
Only sunset and moon bright will warm my white skin
Will remind of my past life and happiest day dreams
Grey Stone door!
Here in my arms there is a wreath of dead roses
The thousand ravens are over my head
The know that I don't want to know
They're singing with the wings
These songs are so cold
Here in my arms there is a wreath of dead roses
The thousand ravens are over my head
The know that I don't want to know
They're singing with the wings
These songs are so cold
I have secrets which ravens want to know
Hiding keys from the magic sunset grey stone door
Grey Stone door
Sunrise is calling and I'm going to you like before
Falling in love with the life before grey stone door