Fragmento de Soledad
Anabantha
Fragment of Solitude
It's an agonizing lament of words that only hurt to hear
Broken romances in hidden solitude
Loose lips on memories wilted by time
What marks us today? It marked us yesterday, it won't mark us anymore
A dark, wavering, forgotten path
That you only walk in silence
A twilight that tears at feelings
Fearless, immortal, I become
Taste of bitter blood... bitter like the darkness
Taste of bitter blood... bitter like the darkness
Your happy silhouette
Draws itself on the most perverse part of my skin
Your subtle steps
Dissolve at dusk
Your mouth floods the wilted roses with a kiss
What marks us today? It marked us yesterday, it won't mark us anymore
A dark, wavering, forgotten path
That you only walk in silence
A twilight that tears at feelings
Fearless, immortal, I become
Taste of bitter blood... bitter like the darkness
Taste of bitter blood... bitter like the darkness
