Lost Hill Of Memories

and if you follow the trails down this winter wake

Sh's reaping down souls, one for every flake

Throughout the ages, through centuries

She, mistress of customs, of memories)

Strange the breeze

Late the season comes

As beats late the clock of my heart

Falling leaves colour all around

As my intentions stroking the ground

And up there have seen the skies

Pains and joys of so many lives

All griefs your empty glance

Water of the Ocean tell her I am near

Winds of far horizons blow off all the fears

Fearless I stand, strong of all

the emotions The lived through

As my memories and soul belong to you

Painted into the setting sun

A black shadow ringed in red flames

Handsome as words cannot describe

Ruthless as her blinded black eyes

And up there have seen the skies

Pains and joys of so many lives

All griefs your empty glance

Water of the Ocean tell her I am near

Winds of far horizons blow off all the fears

Fearless I stand, strong of all

the emotions The lived through

As my memories and soul belong to you

"I don't fear for my Fate, what really does ache

is a fond thought of home"

"No one ever will be in control of his End"

"By her tears and her pain I'm eternally damned

Memories of a Life"

"Nothing can ever be done to avoid my last touch"

Water of the Ocean tell her I am near

Winds of far horizons blow off all the fears

Fearless I stand, strong of all

the emotions The lived through

As my memories and soul belong to you

On that strange and silent night

On (the) Lost hill of memories

I've spoken of love and touched she smiled to me