Paroles de Relics

As our faiths bleeds into day This feeble dream is born As dark winter's voice As silent as the rain A place is found within Where hearts are formed of glass And fragile songs are heard As mist from ancient times Everyone will fall again Everything shall die again And within the violet rose Matures to fall in Ash Our fears, cofirmed, do sleep To trouble us no more And in the dimming light Her eyes do grace my thoughts As haunting as the sea As soft as winter's touch Everyone will fall again Everything shall die again