lyrics
Near the end, I curse you, life
because I could never find the way
and in love I was always a sad pilgrim
who embarked on a hope that failed.
The body is silent, but the soul does not forget
how wretched fate can be,
cursed life that breeds meanness
even in the grave where the suicide lies.
In white gardens I planted my roses
which I watered daily with honey,
but they died like all other things.
音乐风格
Celtic Music, Big Band, Spiritual, Dark Ambient, melodic, progressive, Nostalgia, Female emotive voice, 80-120 BPM