In the river of the fallen
An obscuration of dreams
Dusty pictures in the bedroom
Did we leave the mirror broken?
To form a prison, we live
Even my screams must be fed
Into the river of mists
A transformation of dreams
The innocence of my tears
How can I drown with the leaves?
No more tears for the future
And the banshees are wailing again
No more tears for the future
And the storm is starting anew
