Eyes Of The Black Flame — Yearning

Dead branches standing still So lifeless with no will To hide a reign of mournful sky With no light Sight is dead

Fading away deep in our pain Speaking no more, knowing more Fading away, laughing today Crawling through waves ever face

And everywhere I roam Is likely to be shown That Every silent moment cries Through these years and black flame

And again the northern wind will blow Through hearts and fields where darkened heaven glows And the fire grows There eyes were made for me