Caress of yearning hands.
I touch you and hear
the fluttering of your heart
inside your suffering breast.
The memory tortures and finds
me guilty, and burns me hotter
than the Sacred Fire.
The hapiness trails behind.
The slave of the Yellow Land,
break loose from the trap, the soul,
raise above the fate,
breaking control.
Get free, get free, the soul,
my soul.
Let me breathe with ease
and take a look at the world
through fresh eyes.
Get free, get free, my soul,
my soul, my soul...
The sound over my head
is neither the weeping of angels
nor demoniacal howl.
This is the dying of my love.
The rattle of the windows scares.
The mute walls draw together
and oppress me.
Somebody drinks my blood.
The slave of the Yellow Land,
break loose from the trap, the soul,
raise above the fate,
breaking control.
Get free, get free, the soul,
my soul.
Let me breathe with ease
and take a look at the world
through fresh eyes.
Get free, get free, my soul,
my soul, my soul...
Get free, the soul,
raise above the fate,
breaking control.
Get free, get free, the soul,
my soul.
Let me breathe with ease
and take a look at the world
through fresh eyes.
break loose from the trap, my soul,
my soul, my soul...
my soul...
my soul...