Mystic Ruins – True Story lyrics

Stars don't twinkle, the moon doesn't shine
Stars don't twinkle, the moon doesn't shine
Stars don't twinkle, the moon doesn't shine
Stars don't twinkle, the moon doesn't shine
Birds don't sing, the wind doesn't blow
To the pure body to the perfect existence
Birds don't sing, the wind doesn't blow
To the pure body to the perfect existence
I'm shivering with cold
I struggle against despair