Mirage of Bliss (part II)

You start to sing

Oh my siren with wings

Blindly I’ll kiss

And I’ll cherish your ancient eyes

Your sun-withered tongue

Oh your lakes of gloom

I’m trying hard to wander off course

Just to numb my void

Oh let me drown in golden seas of daze

And let me fade in tortures of my craze

Turning my eyes

Towards the light of your sighs

Joyfully trapped

I am dying for ancient eyes

Your sun-withered tongue

Oh your lakes of gloom

I’m trying hard to wander off course

Just to numb my void