Circle Of Ouroborus - Through My Fingers

Who has cast this shell? & who has cast this empty shell? & who has broken the surface & and let enter the hell? & Warmness before emptiness & before the tamed waves & I burn to the core a lifetime in a day & But now these scorched hands they touch my memories but now through my fingers run the wind and the freeze I have become so frail & I have become so fatally frail & I have burned all the leaves & and all the prayers & Hopelessness is my goal & my wide open door & a bitter life in pieces & I hunger for more