L'ombre Triste
Dark Sanctuary
The Sad Shadow
Wings glued by your blood to the pavement
And the day that illuminates your crushed specter
Sometimes you scare me, you make me see
Death at the bottom of the abyss, in the middle of the street
You resemble that sheet of paper
Smooth like the sky, a beautiful summer day
But a little blood sticks your skin to the pavement
And I'm scared, and I'm cold, it's my death, it's your death that I see
They crushed your head and your heart
They stole everything from you, poor crushed specter
I feel like crying; yet I don't love you
