Jonna Enckell - April Ghosts

 

I see a storm raging in your heart
Shadows dancing for us
I feel so blinded by the light

Ah I'm haunted
By the light

A sacrament
A secret late April whisper

A ancient sun is rising
I feel torn
The April ghosts playing for us
I feel my heart cold
I feel so blinded by the light

Ah I'm haunted
By the light
Ah I'm haunted
By the light
Ah I'm haunted
By the light