Ira - Opus Avantra

You’ll become an angelic vision

when I’ll be won (and)… alone

pending on a thread of light already faded

that another dirty war will turn off…

A dead leaf does not hurt nature

I’m walking on the thorns of my skin

but your presence still gives me a little pleasure

when you close your eyes… and I regret my loves

I’ll not steal excuses to the true love

thirsty and wide awake I wanted those hours

that you would deny for some cruel game

Yes… you would cover me when it cold

and… dark.