Only Dust Moves... — Thy Serpent

Distress has found a dwelling place in me already pale as death but still I bleed For promises have shown their fragility spare me your affection and pity

The world no longer is a joyfull dream but a crystal with darksome glean About to fall Soon be shattered One shared for every emotion dead I will rather learn to enjoy misery than partake a life of hypocrisy

Here I sit by the sloly dying candlelight so I will dink with the shadows by my side I flew with wings of the dragonfly ; came down as the rain foured out of the sky And stormwinds howled over the land snow covered the trees and ice the sand

No illusions remain Silence conquers us all solitude the only reality

Only dust moves, set in motion aeons ago when there was still life in this world