Η Ρωγμή του Θαύματός μας (The Split of Our Wonder)

A scribbled paper Cuts me Aimless persecution I'm closing in Lush, sculpted, shrouds Anticipating A soft touch Vermillion lights In colorful hands Wingless body Take me Mirage What to absolve Casting your shadow To every figure Up high is hovering The split of our wonder As it covers, every trail Will be revealed Up high is hovering The split of our wonder As it covers, every trail The death of us, will be revealed