Letras:Nico Liebe. Depsychling (A Poetical Adventure). Starkness.

There comes a hand out of the dark
reachin for your hidden mood
while your thoughts are getting stark
tracin back themselves to find their root

a flashin wish unveils the veils
departed from your doubted sky
you are a mirror without scales
not knowin how to tell a better lie

the mountain?s gone with the smart days
from which you brought back your charged soul
wrecked griefs are covering the way
that leads us to your very first role

the wind got rough without a sign
the plain is no true friend at all
the darkness follows up your beaten line
with no correlation to your coming fall