Been has her being
Urged to the dwellingo f her ancestors
All the long way to their resting place
Now your place, nothing left, no more.
Hungering, your love lies in a coffin
Can see the laughing vault
Rain dripping on darkened woods
Love's soul is fearlessly sold.
Escaped from our world
My elegy accompanies you
She's buried under autumn leaves...
During a howling storm
Dusty claws are grasping at her
Longing for infinity
This is not her destiny...
Writer(s): Tom Sedotschenko, Michael Zeissl
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