Cemetery Of Scream – The Secret Window

Slow and majestic ,it grew up

Just like divine creepers of vine:

Once it the rain,then in the sun

And in the morning misty cloud

Emotionless and still unchanged

Emotionless and still unchanged

In the tomb of thoughts

Sarcophagus of youth

That torments me on

The diary of my days

Written by the past

The treasure of my life

Which I hold dear

Right in here

In my heart

So deep within me

Inside of me

Slow and majestic, it grew up

The emptiness within my heart

Under the moon, under the stars

And in the evening misty cloud

So merciless and cold like ice

So merciless and cold like ice

Then it became my silent shroud

The emptiness within my mind

My secret window out of time

With views and images there outside

With landscapes always grey and white

Always grey and white

In the tomb of thoughts

Sarcophagus of youth

That torments me on

The diary of my days

Written by the past

The treasure of my life

Which I hold dear

Right in here

In my heart

So deep within me

Inside of me