Mystic Games

The Angels of the night

Are playing poker with the destinies

Of the children of the light.

Demons of pure fire

Laugh and play twister

With immortal souls

And their desires.

Fantasy rolls the dice
And magic is brought back to life
In the castle of diamond-shaped ice.

Midnight Confessions

12 o'clock ... midnight again ...

Blood marks peacefully rest on the floor.

Ordinary paintings are hanging on the walls.

Trapped is the way I feel deep down inside ...

Trapped !

Just like a bird in its cage

I'm dying to break free !

But I'm trapped

In a world in which I can't find my place.

I'm slowly moving away from it all -

My little human needs and desires.

Away I want to go with nothing but my soul.

I want to go ... so I can reach my goals.

But I'm trapped ...

A chain of silver knives

Is slowly cutting the veins

Of my desire to live in this world.

2 o'clock ... midnight has passed again ...

Blood marks are staining my soul ...

The paintings are there no more.

Revenire in forţă !!!

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