The curtains are closed
and veiled in the light of morning
The windows sealed, black mirrors to the void
The books of magic line the empty hallway
The oval prtrait hanging on the wall, it will fall
It's the first day of summer,
but you are frozen in the fields
It's the first light of the summer,
but you are wrapped in high ordeals
(2x)
The orchards green and overgrown with sorrow
This house is now a harbour for the last
The final notes, they break in our hymn to beauty
The face of life, a vain and tragic mask of the past
It's the first day of summer
but you are frozen in the fields
It's the first light of the summer
but you are wrapped in high ordeals
(2x)
The sky above, not filled with gods or angels
The soul on its path of no return
I hear a voice, a stirring in the silence
But is this just an echo of the dearth in the earth?