Jul 7, 2021, 2:34 PM

Princess Perdition XV.VIII.2019 

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I know it - there in the night
She always will waits for me;
When comes the final gloomy light
And happens what is meant to be.

 

Stars, so many and so bright -
They are already dead away in space;
My own perdition I can't fight
If I adore her pallid face.

 

And so the end is here;
She dries my vital fluids - nothing more;
I feel no pain or fear -
I'm dead just like before.

 

When comes the final gloomy light
And happens what is meant to be
I know it - there in the night
She always will waits for me.

© Peter Wolf All rights reserved.

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