I like it    I don't like it

Take away,

These hands of darkness.

Reaching for my soul.

Now, the cold wind,

blows out my candles.

Feeling,

only fear,

without any hopr.


A thousand dark moons.

A thousand winters long.

A million fallen stars,

the candle burns in the womb.


We trie not to forget,

they live through us.

Slowly they die away at every candle's end


A thousand dark moons.

A thousand winters long.

A million fallen stars,

the candle burns in the womb.


We trie not to forget,

they live through us.

Slowly they die away at every candle's end