Ocean Of Tears

Poesie Noire

Compositor: CaSters / Gillis / Valvekens

4+3=7=0 One is gone the rest will follow
7+2=9=Too much two is divided never enough

Blood, rage, a day without a night
Birds will eat the flesh of the fright
Lions, lambs, night without a day
Books wil be opened and thrown away

Is it devotion to possession
Or possession to devotion
The question answers the question
The answer questions the answer

The hands of the clock never stop
Go on and on sometimes they touch
Broken visions, nothing left to heal
Broken seals, its too late to kneel

This ocean of tears
These hills of fears
This mountain of pain
This river of rain