Gothic Sun

I'm waiting on my cold room
when the night begins to fade
I'm waiting for the night´s coat
to warm me within her grace

I try to reach for her hand
but she escapes like the sand
she flew away with the wind
lonely again and lost in sin.

I'm not happy any more
I´have lost my sun when the sky was storm
I spread my wings but they burned away
is this my life or is this my fate