IRC-Galleria

All is so quiet when the darkness will fall..
in this beaty the world seems to sleep

The Sleepless Angels, they sing their songs,
the songs of sorrow, like birds in the end

In the sleepless night nights
everything´s forever lost
beneath the thousands stars
i don´t want to be alone

Im still awake, listening the night...
Don´t want to be... no more alone
The sleepless angles. I hear them sing
the sings of grief, the songs of the end