Faded images
Seen and never experienced
Fragments of a life
Never finished
Never existed
The mirror and its reflection
Distorted images
Faceless figures
Never born
Never died
Look upon this wasted garden
Where the lovers love is lost
Rising from the evil darkness
Rising from the fallen frost
Look upon this wasted garden
Where the angels are falling down
In the marble rock they are carved
On the grave a tear of blood
Frames never filled
What slaves of your time
They get lost in the echo
Never heard, never understood
And like pitch black
Immersed in its tears
Reflections without light
Like a cry
Timeless
Look upon this wasted garden
Where the lovers love is lost
Rising from the evil darkness
Rising from the fallen frost
Look upon this wasted garden
Where the angels are falling down
In the marble rock they are carved
On the grave a tear of blood

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