Bliss Of Solitude — Isole

Autumn : Let your rain wash my sins away A gentle stream down my face

My skin is stained and bruised Crimson drops on pale flesh

Ease my pain Erase this despair A nendless sleep Would be the bliss Of solitude

My soul is soiled and tainted By the guilt and the shame The wounds I bear left scars within Profound in my being The tears I cried turned to blood Drained my soul I am sorrow and sorrow is me As autumn dies I close my eyes...

Ease my pain Erase this despair A nendless sleep Would be the bliss Of solitude