Into My Own letra

One of my wishes is that those dark trees,
So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze,
Were not, as 'twere, the merest mask of gloom,
But stretched away unto the edge of doom.

I should not be withheld but that some day
into their vastness I should steal away,
Fearless of ever finding open land,
or highway where the slow wheel pours the sand.

One of my wishes is that those dark trees,
So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze,
Were not, as 'twere, the merest mask of gloom,
But stretched away unto the edge of doom.

Era Decay - Letras

• Behind The Emptiness
• Earth Answer
• Flowers Of Evil
• Into My Own
• Letum Orchestra
• Rains Within My Soul
• Runaway
• The Silent Story