The weeping skies
Oh, drowned in such sweetness, feeling the emptiness of moments, I cannot breathe because of my stupor in seeing things not every time new
Like falling rain, every drop touching my soul
Like the pure snow, falling with any control
Like falling rain, every drop touching my soul Touching my soul
And I feel the chosen one
And I feel divinities' first son
And I feel the chosen one
Ah!
The weeping skies
Dark stormy winds
Grass devouring me
The air so mild
Leaves devouring me
Spirits of nature, so kind
Trees devouring me
Am I still the chosen one?
Blood, flowing like a delicate stream and tears tasted sweet and bitter at the same time
I feel the fresh caress of the wind touching my delicate skin, it's strange to feel emotions like these I'm born and born again
And I cry as I stand mournful anymore and think that I could slowly die without any pain and reach the beauty of spirits in search for a soul companion of some form
And I feel the chosen one
All that remains is me, adoring the skies, the weeping skies!
Oh, let me drink from them
Everything's into me and I still feel the chosen one