Empty in this space Itâs snowinâ life in my senses. . . Dream-maker ! Fallinâ this grace only silence reigns.
Until your gaze, like a rail brims my heart enlaced in this ivory reign, nothinâ! Will collapse in vain.
Souls are meltinâ now inside, and. . . take my life and bring me away, then !
Lookinâ from my fate tremblinâ flare of unrest. . . Iâm bleedinâ âcause I saw on this earth Falls, and star-set rain.
Rise! Hushinâ this frozen-space, darkness of this unlife, again we can try to fly. . . Lovinâ ivy never sere, blindinâ dreams of life end whenever we are here, weâll live againâŠ
Lastinâ dark age, risinâ, cravinâ, whilom time recallinâ a revenant through rest. . . In my darkest rave.
Inside my hands, only shade melts away, my hell is made of blindinâ dreams. . .of eternity. . .
How many stars are there in the universe ? So many ! More than you could ever count ! Is there music in space ? No thereâs only silence. But silence is music ! Yes, if you know how to listen. Are there other people in the universe ? Thatâs a good question. What do you think ? I donât know ! The universe is bigger than anything, so if itâs just us, It seems like an awful waste of space !
Rise! Hushinâ this frozen-space, darkness of this unlife. . . again we can try to fly. . . Lovinâ ivy never sere, blindinâ dreams of life and whenever we are here, weâll live. . .