Speedyengel1

In the mountains of my kingdom , In the thoughts of my fantasy , Sprung from the longing the night, Born from a single tear , Silver - clear - meaningless and yet valuable. She runs me out of my cold eyes , the pale - soft cheeks. Your salty tarnishes taste my senses , to die in front of me on the cold ground. From a tear is a trickle , From a trickle becomes a stream , From a stream a river , From a river is a traveling power , The downfall of my kingdom , Lost in the tears of my sorrow , In the longing of my heart .