Текст песни Lykathea Aflame - On The Way Home
Lykathea Aflame - On The Way Home слова песни
His heart he offers them...and they spurn.Then in silence and seclusion...silently he weeps.However there is no one coming all alongwho would wipe the tears from his careworn face away.And so with each brith of a day he gets up and sets forth the new pilgrimage.His endless heart stays opened still,so that everyone could enter......only visitors sometimes come...He is not clad like a king, his garments bear the sign of distant lands, though he is the embodiment of thee Lord.So night after night as wave after wavelonely yearning and silent weep dissemblessand they are smitting upon the merciless shore of body...I wish my pilgrimage to reach home already.