Letras
True color
Cloud my mind
True color
It's not hard to find
I turn around and I see
My future past within me
Questions concerned with death
The color of my breath
The road passes me by
Still I can see it not gray
The cross of life haunts me
Black is the color I see
No, no, no
Black angel spreads its mighty torn wings
The messiest chants no one ever sings
A lost soul tries to make himself heard
Covered in smoke, no one hears his words
The chanting gets louder
Drums fill the air, drums fill the air
A feeling of sorrow
It's in the air, it's in the air
This vision I behold
A wretched man am I
True color cloud my mind