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Red Sky

Storms rest upon my head
As living creeps upon the dead

Ideas, visions and other things constantly
Clash into each other

I want him, I want him now
To raise me up above those stormy clouds.

I want him to look at me and approach me
With the summer of a kiss.

Oh don?t you know I will make any day
Burn with pain for you

My love, how can see you?
For you to offer a journey
Towards my sacred doors.

Open your eyes and ears to me
My love,

Don?t ignore me my sweet Knight
For darken days become winter.

longing becomes most
Unbearable.


Red Sky

Storms rest upon my head
As living creeps upon the dead

Ideas, visions and other things constantly
Clash into each other

I want him, I want him now
To raise me up above those stormy clouds.

I want him to look at me and approach me
With the summer of a kiss.

Oh don?t you know I will make any day
Burn with pain for you

My love, how can see you?
For you to offer a journey
Towards my sacred doors.

Open your eyes and ears to me
My love,

Don?t ignore me my sweet Knight
For darken days become winter.

longing becomes most
Unbearable.