Wings - Gemuruh

In the muffled bless of the drizzle

He touched the forgotten toadstool

The nourishing lovely restful morning

Stake on the outskirt of the wilderness

Promptly slacken off

A perfect tale from the soul of his future queen

In the net of the tent

Waiting for you , she dejected

Losing the shade , guide ,initiative and direction

Precise of the blind one is delaying down

Live moderately

Touching the day of his dreams

(chorus)

Oh, self-wailing

a necklace of excruciation

and lamenting for the torment

bitter eulogy from philologist

A lovely evident

That only poisonous

Decorating the serrated steel of glass

And fire

Unconsciously wailing for the swirling humanity

Conveying the concentrated bloody red-like droplets and sin