Doomed Dark Years - Astarte

The dark flower through the walls of sorrow

Where a man behind his bars

Has never tasted the touch of rain

His innocent soul cries

For his ferocious face

All nature’s beauty was locked outside

Of his brazen cell where

The forest’s clouds couldn’t come

You can see what the night bird can see

You can hear the wrath of the winds

But the dust of your cold cell

Have closed up all, even your dreams

You only travel your thoughts to the unknown

And wish death to visit you

Oh!

Death listen to my voice

I beg you…

Join me