Hellhounds

Music's playing in my back, in front of me the candle light.
Wind is blowing through the window, shapeless from te dark outside.
Love is somewhere in the night, but not inside with me.
The smell of melting wax is flowing slightly up to me.

Aye, the voices of my dreams are calling from my memories.
Words for sure but never spoken, throwen away, left back and broken.
My aching heart is keep on pumping blood to my lathargic veins.
And after all my mind is numphing, following its forlorn aims.

My mind i poisened by the stars whose light do neer touch the ground,
shaddowed water, black like tar is running down the walls around.
And when i close my eyes i hear the hellhounds craving for my soul.
My warrior with sword and spear would never let me decontrol
the life i live when morning light falls in like glowing stalagmites.
Turns skys into a fire base and a smile in my face.