S AVA G E W I N D
IN EXILE
Beyond the mountain is the silent exile
Colour of insanity on the scattered stone
The moon will not rise tonight, only clouds
Rivers run within broken rocks
Countless fireflies, with agony in the heart
In your eyes footprints of lazy moon
Thirsty night
Touch my hands
Meaningless empty memory,
Left by passion’s trail
Silence down the mountain rock
Wounded lazy moon
In exile
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