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When I think of
the black tower
When I think of the black tower
my mind wanders, When did it all
all this change?
Where does this dark path lead?
In the darkness there is no turning back.
Which way is the dark tower?
Dragon in the dark garden.
The dragon that awakens from the memory
wakes up at night to gain new life in the dark
new life in the dark garden.
Night change
Like waves, memories
to changing nights.
What has this day brought.
Coming and going, people
come and go.
But the memory remains.
The dream of the morning light
These strange dreams
that are shattered in the morning light
The morning light breaks through the night,
the power of the dream turns,
the power of the dream disappears in the sand.
Thoughts
on the dark tower
The thoughts digress,
When did it all start
everything began to change?
This dark path,
where does it lead to,
In the darkness is in the middle,
There is no way back.
In which direction
the dark tower?
Which direction -
Tower of Darkness?
Tower of darkness.
Thoughts wander,
when did it start
change everything?
this dark road
where does it lead in the dark,
we will not come back.
Which directionß tower
of darkness?
A recreation of reality
---This broth of thoughts
A recreation of reality
This broth of thoughts
To write the thoughts from the soul
write,
to give the head cinema a breasts,
an exhibition to the images.
This real hour of mystery
We will meet again
when the time comes
to reveal the last secrets.
Like a force of flame
of noble shape
With fretful red hair.
Of noble shape
An old ideeneu awakes,
a night full of plans for the future
Of a very special kind
With eyes so tender. With snow crystals
on her skin,
everything about her
you rchbreaks the darkness
Write your thoughts
From your soul,
My prediction ,
we will see each other
when the time is right,
It's important to understand this mystery
when we meet again.
A replica of reality
This soup of thoughts
Writing thoughts from the soul
give the head cinema a stage,
pictures an exhibition.
This true hour of secrets
We see each other
again
when the time comes,
reveal the last secrets.
Like a mighty flame
in a noble way
With cheerful red hair.
In a noble way
An old idea awakens
a night full of plans for the future
A very special guy
With eyes so tender With snow crystals
on her skin
all about her pierces the darkness
Close to the downfall
On an island,
stood a house surrounded by the sea.
The waves of the sea threateningly high,
rising out of the sea.
The sword in his hand
to go to the last war
of the samurai.
A moment and everything
could be over,
one too many turns of the back,
and a long knife
could stick in you.
It would have been better
never to have entered this place.
But where to go,
when the whole world is burning,
when everything is in flames.
There is still no goal
in this bloody game,
except to go through fire here,
the way back
has long since crumbled.
The days are numbered,
it's long since time
to choose the way,
which one continues to follow.
It is not worth looking back,
the past has long
long perished,
the last time brought only pain.
The samurai holds the sword
firmly in his hand.
Tries to hold on to the thought
to hold on to the thought,
everything ends, even the pain.
It seems that everything is lost,
A nightmare called war.
A war of the beginning
hardly anyone knows.
The world is in pieces,
it is only sorry
holds one captive in life.
To get the thoughts
from the soul
Writing your thoughts
from the soul,
My prediction we will
desire each other again,
When the right hour
has come,
it is important to understand
to understand,
when we meet again
A recreation of reality
This broth of thoughts
To get the thoughts off your mind
write,
to give the headki no a broth,
an exhibition to the images.
This real hour of mystery
We will meet again
when it is time
to reveal the last secrets.
Like a force of flame
of noble shape
With fretful red hair.
Of noble shape
An old ideeneu awakes,
a night full of plans for the future.
Of a very special kind
With eyes so tender. With snow crystals
on her skin,
everything about her you rchbricht the darkness
Write your thoughts
from your soul
My prediction,
we will meet like this,
when the time is right,
It's important to understand this mystery
When we meet again
A replica of reality
This soup of thoughts
Writing thoughts from the soul
give the head cinema a stage,
pictures an exhibition.
This true hour of secrets
We see each other
again
when the time comes,
reveal the last secrets.
Like a mighty flame
in a noble way
With cheerful red hair.
In a noble way
An old idea awakens
a night full of plans for the future
A very special guy
With eyes so tender With snow crystals
on her skin
all about her pierces the darkness
Noir-This cobweb tent
Her eyes like mysterious stars.
The maidens of the shadow world.
Over all the distance of this world,
rises this tent of meaning.
This daily red, the play of death,
much is not yet in the light
of destiny.
Sound of the Klavir to the course
of the passing,
these melakonic waves.
The mirror shards
in the darkness
Mirror shards
in the darkness.
Through the dark thoughts
of the night
I struggle through.
There are black roses
to a portrait,
that I paint into the night
into the night,
Your dark aura
What dark aura is on her?
Your gaze on her,
what dark aura surrounds you?
The night seems to be her element,
one look from her confuses your mind,
black paints her nails on her hand
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