Island (GER) : Island (EP)
1. THE WHITE GHOUL
Her white hand grasps mine as I step into the night.
Her white light blinds my eyes.
I can not hide.
Into the unknown and no turning back.
I can't remember anything.
There's no way out.
I don't know where I'm from.
I see a door inside her eyes.
Calling, I follow her voice. A silent, cold and deadened face.
I know nothing and nothing will remain.
It will never be the same as he crawled, mostly like a young god, over the earthly carpets.
Conceive, there are no curtains.
Sometimes the face tells more than all your authentic stories.
All barriers are useless.
There's nothing more left than this here.
Now we're ripe fruits, our views are driven away. Like a bird of the origin.
No time. Remind your only heart.
We don't know the whispering speech of storms, waves and rays.
We are drowning forever.