terça-feira, 23 de outubro de 2007

Amorphis - Black River.


Still searching for my way, the right way to be
Still pondering what I've done
I'm still thinking what I've said, still finding from within
And all that I know is still not enough

I'm being held by the one
Shadow tormenting my soul
The curving neck of a swan
The slow turning of a birds head

So white its plumes and feathers
Its breast like the moon in water
Silent and tranquil it moves
On the river in the calm

I wander back on familiar roads
I sense the marks I left on the hills
I see the cuts and wounds of my deeds
They make me muse on life


Up the hill and the mountain
I look back, I look down
There flows the River of Death
And here the wind in my hair

Amorphis - Silent Waters - Black River - 2007

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