Candles

Candles - Amethyste/AmethistA

Inspiration by the world of whom I talked

Your hands emit the black light

Droping a trail of transparent pearls

The muse dances and leaves the skies

Behind me there's a long string of candles

Lifeless and steeped in choises and cries

The wind blows in the labyrinth of the night

While orpheus turns back eurydice dies

Don't stop your steps along the path

Don't look at those extinguished lamps

Shiver of your past

Shadow in your art

Don't stop your steps along the path

Don't look at those extinguished lamps

Shiver of your past

Shadow in your art

Stretch out your arms and receive the signs

If orpheus turns back eurydice dies

Let me live in the dark of a wingbeat

Of a wingbeat

Dense

Fog bank swept by the wind

Still idea united to your blood

Reflection of flame inside

Inside

The living source