Текст (слова) песни: Throes of Dawn - The Hermit

I held the stars on my hand
the nightsky in these robes
The world under this wand
in the garden of the misanthrope
I felt the fading starlight
the folding hope of a soul
in the screams of the dying universe

What was there
I could never see

The human is dead
inside the robes of the Hermit

"Speak of my anguish
Sing of my despair

For nothing can ever
heal this soul
Too deep the wounds
from life to heal
Total isolation is the key
For your world never
meant nothing to me:"
Другие песни Throes of Dawn:

Across The Loveless Horizon
Autumn Winds
Binding of the Spirit Onto Earth
Black Carbon Snow
Cosmic Seas
Dreams Of The Black Earth
End Is Silence
Halo Of Flies
Hollow Reflection
Hyperion
Last Rainbow Warrior Is Dead
Master`s Garden
Of Scarlet Skies Made
On Broken Wings Of Despair
Ophelia
Pakkasherra
Quicksilver Clouds
Spring Blooms With Flowers Dead
The Blackend Rainbow
The Destroying Angel
The Hermit
The Night Belongs To Us
The Wanderer
The Warprophet Dreams
The Weeper
The Withering Godess (Of Nature)
Transcendence
Vertigo
Watcher In The Tower
Where Once The Sun Rose
Winter Romance