Poetic Tragedy of the Instant Lyrics

My darkness draw,
in your shadows,
fleeting confort,.
But in my hands,
only silence remains.

Poetic tragedy of the instant.

My shadows reflect the tragic grimace
of a dejected heart,
by the battles of old rebellions.

The cruelty of love and reason.

The light that you see, is just a mirage.

In silence, my shadness grows,
turning off the life in my eyes.

What is left of utopias,
more than memories brought
by empty hands?

Without them,
the light that you see is just a mirage.


My shadows reflect the tragic grimace
of a dejected heart,
by the battles of old rebellions.

The cruelty of love and reason.

The light that you see, is just a mirage.
The light that you see, is just a mirage.