The Wizard — Silent Stream Of Godless Elegy

I'm sitting in front of the blank picture, looking Old and tired, tired and old, without wings of magics I'm alone like pain in me

a thousand years is so long a time, I'm an old wizard indeed Bloody tears fall down to the empty hands from the strange eyes

Every sweet smell of sluts is lost in their graves All the evil of my thoughts is my vile web I like only my smell of false memories But their picture, their picture is vacant I'm alone like pain in me

a thousand years is so long a time, I'm an old wizard indeed Bloody tears fall down to the empty hands from the strange eyes

I'm sitting in front of the blank picture, looking Old and tired, tired and old, without wings of magics I'm alone like pain in me

a thousand years is so long a time, I'm an old wizard indeed Bloody tears fall down to the empty hands from the strange eyes