A Thousand Tears

My face is the moon, my body is ice,
My soul is fire, my heart is the light.
The bodies are getting tired, the arms are getting weak
Even the ice is melting, the hearts start to bleed.
Yet our souls remain strong like glory in a war.
Dreams are in our eyes, we cannot hope for more.

Sound covers everything like a hovering veil.
The memories are hurtful, over me they prevail.
A seaful of sorrow, a mountainful of pain,
We can feel it inside; the outside isn't mundane.
Black storms and scorching winds race,
The present is a mere vision, a narrowing space.

A thousand tears,
Frozen fears
Heading for the vale
Where Eternity prevails.
A thousand tears,
Rolling down the faces.
They're coming from deep inside
Bringing the new ones out.

Every awakening is a dream, all the past is memory.
Everything we've believed in is nothing but theory.
When the bird reaches the vale, like a teardrop it falls.
But it starts to fly again, as high as the sun it soars.