Текст песни Scythe of Luna - Bleeding Source

Silver melts before my eyes
Like inflamed ice of innocence
Shade of light is touching me
And everything has lost its sense

On the edge of burden's tendency
Balancing instants I empathize
No environment seems what it used to be
And slowly thoughts etherealize

Scarlet river flows
Washes to the bones
Far away from noise
Souring oldest wounds
Drying clay on the gown's skirt

See me lying still
Empty hopes can't heal
For you one I will live in this fantasy

Frost on the lips becomes transparent
They open not to say a word
For everyone I am mortal dead
Inaccessible in my impersonal aspect

Nowhere brings homeland by the loss
Or by the choice made not in vain
Such was a lonely bleeding source
To forget oneself in this continuation of pain

Scarlet river flows
Washes to the bones
Far away from noise
Souring oldest wounds
Drying clay on the gown's skirt

Scarlet river flows
Through the hands of ours
While the darkness grows
Seconds turn to hours
Drying clay on the gown's skirt

Nowhere brings homeland by the loss
Or by the choice made not in vain
Such was a lonely bleeding source
To forget oneself in achievement of aim