The Garden — Silent Stream Of Godless Elegy

Behind shadows, behind fingers I'm hiding my true passion To be, to be alone In my garden, in its corners I'm looking for the path of my thoughts in the dark

Open the gate, it's the rigth time Let the wind makes a ring the trees Let the shadows move on the ways I'm entering the tomb of tales

Here you find revived puppets One of them is you I'm coming to everyone like the trees and feelings Here you find – maybe yourself

Behind shadows, behind fingers I'm hiding my true passion To be, to be alone In my garden, in its corners I'm looking for the path of my thoughts in the dark