Cold winter night.
I hear sweet bells so far
That I can barely distinct
Between memories and false hopes

As white cruel pages
I walk beneath the snow
As white cruel pages
That absorb my scarlet ink
Those white cruel pages
That I cannot write in
Those white cruel pages
Whete I left my footprints

“Im lost,
In this dark forest of dreams
I don’t know If I’ll come back ever
But I have to pass.
I have to.”

Surrounded by trees of sadness
They’re stuck here forever
Growing without meaning
Growing to be the same
Can’t walk along
Can’t change their way

There’s the sound of bells again
The glocken song flowing through my veins
It moves my legs
It stabilizes me now

Keep walking.
Just keep walking through.