Paroles de Idyll Perished

Desolate fields, the perfect landscape So cold, so dark, so gray .... Just the shadow of a coming kingdown To be built from the ashes of wisdom The power of the one who transcend the boundaries of life and death A new world of hate The creation of an order from chaos The cradle of reason, of passion, Of purity, of lust, of pleasure and pain So i meet my fate at arum's majestic gates Perished tears i shed My beloved idyll, that was always inside me Barren the seed of my hope long forgotten Drowned im my turmoil of fate Still i yearn still a mild dream Gently weeps the rain Fallen in sorrow Sullen again, whith dr