Words - mechanical moth - the sad machina

on a winters eve

you are far away
the snow reminds me of your face
lonely night silent night
the black sky shows no grace

I wish to sit down and wait
bells around me
I wait for you

walking this place
like a machine
sadness inside
bells sourounding me

but their sound
doesn´t tell
tell me
where you are

I climb the last hill
and watch over the towers
there is my rift
no way left but down

I drown in ice
my blood is freezing
It is cold
so cold inside

it´s so cold outside
alone on a winters eve
it´s so cold inside
without you my heart died