Elysian Fields. All Those Tristful Winters. Zeneszám

All manifests of purity now lost
The end reaches for my hand
This is my own futile song
Lost in gray

Veils of faintness
I am a scattered remnant

All those tristful winters

Endeavors shattered
...Decayed tears and bitter sorrows

It's always the same
It's always me in pain
Punish me gracelessly
Punish me... fallen words

It's always me in pain
It's always the same

All manifests of purity now lost
The end reaches for my hand
This is my own futile song
Lost in gray

I am hollow

All those tristful winters

Endeavors shatted
...Decayed tears and bitter sorrows