Tilled by the Traces of Fear

Amongst the days of misfortune
The stars dropped their tears
That laid over the flowers
Tilled by the traces of fear

Closed in this saddest dusk
Under my eyes I can see
the night, in shadows and perfume
Embracing my wasted dreams

Whispering winds
I can hear
They told me about the queen

She lives in our sins
In the shadows of our past
Consumed in the pleasure
Of the endless darkness