Running In The Labyrinth de Arachnes

The notes are falling now,
Like an heavy thing,
I take this dream, again,
The smile of a new song.
But tears streamed down her face,
But tears streamed down her face.

Running in the labyrinth,
Over a useless time,
Steady hammering,
I will fly again.

And i will be the winner,
Of a raving life,
And i will know the things,
The white and black of death.