Letra da Música: Her Last Home - Demether

Just like oil on canvassÂ…
Touch of red, mostly blackÂ…
Thick are the air and the fog that hide her from youÂ…

WeepsÂ… shadowÂ…
Cries Â… sparkleÂ…
'She sleeps, she sleepsÂ…'

Once in time, there she was,
Standing by the willow tree,
Longing for an old feeling, being hisÂ…

Now she is like a torn flower,
AloneÂ…

Among the trees, and underneath the leaves,
There is her last home, she lies there all aloneÂ…