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 theres 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.. Dont stop your steps along the path Dont look at those extinguished lamps Shiver of your past Shadow in your art Dont stop your steps along the path Dont look at those extinguished lamps Shiver of your past Shadow in your art Stretch out your arm and receive the signs If Orpheus turns back Eurydice dies.. Let me live in the dark of a wingbeat Dense fog bank swept by the wind Still idea united to your blood Reflection of flame inside... The living source
eurydice, orpheus, extinguished, lamp, shiver