DreamVeil В Ритме Павшей Луны

We often dream of paradise,
A garden where the moonbeams play,
Where endless life is not the price
To see our dreams light up the way.

But we are atoms of the mind,
And destined to the void to fall,
To understand the world's design,
Where evil's shadow covers all.

A step left – everything's ablaze,
A step right – only smoke and haze,
I won't retreat, I won't give in,
I walk ahead, where do I begin?
I barely touch the melody,
And hear the hounds of hell bark free,
And in the rhythm of this strife,
I'm walking straight into hell's life.

The laws were written not by us,
But we amend them as we please,
And justify with little fuss
Our nightmare fantasies with ease.

And so the years go by and by,
In rhythm of the falling stars,
We turn the living into dry,
Cold ashes, leaving frozen scars.

A step left – everything's ablaze,
A step right – only smoke and haze,
I won't retreat, I won't give in,
I walk ahead, where do I begin?
I barely touch the melody,
And hear the hounds of hell bark free,
And in the rhythm of this strife,
I'm walking straight into hell's life.