Her name is Byzantium
her oaths are mystery
her presence is oblivion
ancient image, inquetitude
it is said of her, it is said of her, it is said of her, it is said of her
but if only I could have her here
suddenly, I would stop the time
and then I would delete the horizons
but all this no longer exists
it's behind a red sign.
And the red which, which breaks into silence
in a purple rain
like a mistake
it takes you beyond the limit of nothingness
beyond the awakening ... Me
exists or does not exist ..
Until lost in memory ...
In time…
Her name is Byzantium
her oaths are mystery
her presence is oblivion
ancient image, inquetitude
it is said of her, it is said of her, it is said of her, it is said of her.
And the red which, which breaks into silence
in a purple rain
like a mistake
it takes you beyond the limit of nothingness
beyond the awakening ... Me
exists or does not exist ..
Until lost in memory ...
In time…