Paroles de Cyanide Dreams

You move towards what never could have been An illusion created by fate We're drifting away in the storm For now, as we wander the plains of misery We both know what would have happened if... At this point this is my last cry If you don't listen it will surely never end I stare at the sunset, my blood is getting cold This couldn't be... But it is A revival, a deliverance of ancient days The wind will whisper my name to you And carry my dream across the sea There will not be anymore illusions There will no longer be love This is my last cry... The Bloodred Moon