Paroles de Chimera

The moonlight mirage of damned lake Quiet screams of souls from the bottom of the wattery graveyard And the look of a blind old man. An image of inviolability and blind faith Dying memories, like a life clenched in a fist. The moonlight mirage of damned lake Quiet screams of souls from the bottom of the wattery graveyard And the look of a blind old man. An image of inviolability and blind faith Dying memories, like a life clenched in a fist.