Shadows of The Past (2012)

Shadows of past summer
Flowers of scarlet roses
will rise at dawn the world of dead oceans
Spending the last forces
Clambering from darkness
blackthorn will cut

 the hands of your empty malice

To forget all rules of life on a minute
I have to find my mirror sight
I wanna look myself inside
In a moment to take and break away, fly up and fall.

Ashes scattered to the wind
Throwing off the shackles of dreams
Fly on the way to the light
Bypassing the chain of clouds 
(your blind soul)
but, instead of blood flowers