Borderline

Scenes of old and rainy days
Voices in my head

I wish I could avoid the maze
Still I sit here and wait

Until the day she'll come

Burn the borderline
Burn all the dividing lines
To be the glow till the shrines
are placed in the dark.

Captor of the night
Will embrace the signs
Stand in front of the pyre
Burn the borderline

Walk upon my living grave.
Taste the misery
Like a sad and lonely child
Counting days full of nights

Until the day she'll come