Mary And The Death In June

Climbing the stairs toward the black stone marble, anyway
He held her hand like a fairy tale and like it was yesterday
But glances are lost by chance
Without drinking anything in a strange night
Love came into them and they took the key of the wheel of time
The wheel of time, the wheel of time

Crossfire on a land of wizards
She would not lose her charm that night
She tripped over a hole without even saying goodbye
The scars on his arm and heart, which no longer had his name
Everything was stronger and he would not give up as a simple game

Simple game, simple game
Running.... Burning
The limits of life and the limits of time
Running time, little child
Closing your heart to feel you're right
His gaze is innocent, his smile is charming and things are fine
A desire and dream of two lovers
On a cloudy sunday playing as a child

All beauty was lost in the evening
While birds sang the song of destruction,
The seed of falsehood was planted in their garden
And the illusion of lost dreams fell
To the sunset while verses were written night after night
Wolves walked toward her and surrounded her hopes
Burning down "everything"... Waste of time