Behind the Scenes - Decembre Noir

It’s not the quest for freedom

It is more the thirst to free the soul

From the deepest bottom of my heart

Words of shame and constant blame

Cryptic poems about my wounded weeping sky

I want to show you my world of rain

Tears fill the ground without a sound

I want to show you my world of rain

So come a little bit closer

Take a look around

Behind the scenes

Where silent tears fill the ground

Kiss the boundless void, touch the tongue of mourning

I fall down to the ground without a sound

Sometimes I try to enjoy the silence

But the silence speaks too loud

Tears fill the ground without a sound

Take a look around

Behind the scenes

I kiss the boundless void

Behind the scenes