• Here, the black birds fly,
    here, all ends tie,
    And all I hear, are all your lies,
    and say the final goodbye,

    I loved you,
    maybe you felt it too,
    but this feeling, is something i cant ignore,
    the feeling of wanting something more,

    as i stand here, in this empty meadow,
    something died under the willow,

    and the Black Wolf sings,
    with all nature brings,
    and only time will tell,
    how to brake this spell,

    Here, in this Broken World.