My Birds of Misfortune - Raventale

Far away from the brook of life

Behind the border of visions

Cold white palms are trying

To reach the heavens

You are hovering in the emptyness of black air

Sounds of bygone voices are dying away

But it’s only an illusion

Did they exist when you were alive?

Black birds of misfortune are fighting inside of you

Lacerating a veil of nature with pounces

Do you want to set them free?

Drawing the horizon with the charcoal of free wings

And say goodbye to recondite mystic enigma

Of your empty space in the fields of illusions

Leaving a dead kiss for your yearning

You’re fatefully walking along the eternal path

Loneliness the essence of alter ego

Fills your depths with a powerfull stream