Satan's Crow
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Snowdrop Flower - a poem for Lord Azazel
Keep looking at me,
Let night chase day, day chase night and this moment never ends,
When people are born to live one day, take me with your ship to the sun,
And show me the blue I've been waiting for years, snowdrop flower.
Who can't get out of my mind,
Who never gets used to being alone,
Who can never accept being without you,
So much so that when your name leaves my mind for a moment, it remains among the unknown,
I rejoice like a child when I hear your name.
The waves stop, the sea becomes quiet, Peopleg become silent and keep watching.
Because only then can our heaven rise.
You are the light reflected on the walls of my room,
You whisper your song in your gentle voice.
You are the hope growing in the corner of my mind,
Because you brought me heaven.
Blue above us,
We are surrounded by trees,
On the plains where only you tread.
After all, what doesn't happen between a "Hello" and a "Farewell" that will never come.
Neither past nor future;
You're always in my soul,
Snowdrop flower.
-Satan's Crow
Keep looking at me,
Let night chase day, day chase night and this moment never ends,
When people are born to live one day, take me with your ship to the sun,
And show me the blue I've been waiting for years, snowdrop flower.
Who can't get out of my mind,
Who never gets used to being alone,
Who can never accept being without you,
So much so that when your name leaves my mind for a moment, it remains among the unknown,
I rejoice like a child when I hear your name.
The waves stop, the sea becomes quiet, Peopleg become silent and keep watching.
Because only then can our heaven rise.
You are the light reflected on the walls of my room,
You whisper your song in your gentle voice.
You are the hope growing in the corner of my mind,
Because you brought me heaven.
Blue above us,
We are surrounded by trees,
On the plains where only you tread.
After all, what doesn't happen between a "Hello" and a "Farewell" that will never come.
Neither past nor future;
You're always in my soul,
Snowdrop flower.
-Satan's Crow