The Others Touch Amaranth by Ephel Duath Lyrics

It's so improbable to find the light
When clouds are rubbing me
Words run creating hatred scrawl
Streets have nothing more to ask

When I relive this pain
Chessmen have a unique colour
And the clash begins

Words run creating hatred scrawl
Streets have nothing more to ask

I feel all the moves
I know all the moves
But I can't expect them
'cause I'm the battlefield

When I relive this pain
Chessmen have a unique colour
And the clash begins
I feel all the moves
I know all the moves
But I can't expect them
'cause I'm the battlefield
My feeble profile seems to implode
My aural prison becomes the perfect hiding place
View is overturning
To this internal Abyss
Where my withered leaves burn
And mirrors have nothing left to reflect
And the clash begins