Novembre / Its Blood

Here is it

It brings the nothingness of tomorrow

Here is it

It gives the silver of another sorrow

The last wave

The very last wave

And then it arrived

Now unable to enchant these eyes

Weakened by

The desperation of suicide

The last sunshine

And the finally hate shall bring us together

And whwn all love is gone bad, will be at least turned to hate

I'll rise again