Слова песни Season Of Death — Moth

In the dusk
I see your perfect shape
Untouched and motionless

Sirens are singing on the shore
For a lost dead rose

One day you’ve got to burn like a moth
Embers of solace
Entwining with delight
For desire for you
Red veil now reflection left behind
In memory I’ll never find

It was your last fantasy
Stuck between the worlds
Feel eternity

From the depth of time
The legend arises
When the touch awakes