Face of the past

In my bedroom,
The moon shines over my altar
Creating strange shadows on the wall
The landscape is painfully beauty

My dreams are so white
My dream is so empty

The could air of the night,
Is touching my face
Shadows run between the walls
The black candle wake for blood

It whispers my name (in the emptiness)
With a strange voice
It’s watching me
Trying to say what it feels

My dreams are so strange
In my nightmare it will always be there

It’s strange to dream of somebody
That’s already gone
You’ll never understand
What I’m feeling
You’ll never understand

Look at me now
I’m not like before
Take me beyond the infinity
Show me what comes next
What we’ll be tomorrow
Sweet vulture of the past