: By the turnstile beckons a damsel fair The face of Melinda neath blackened hair No joy would flicker in her eyes Brooding sadness came to a rise Words
: And so you left us Jaded and gaunt, some September Wilted with the seasons But hidden inside the delusion I saw your eyes, somewhere Devoid of death
: Blank face in the windowpane Made clear in seconds of light Disappears and returns again Counting hours, searching the night Might be waiting for someone
: Red sun rising somewhere through the dense fog. The portrait of the jaded dawn Who had seen it all before. This day wept on my shoulders. Still the
: Confessor Of the tragedies in man Lurking in the core of us all The last dying call for the everlost Brief encounters, bleeding pain Lepers coiled
: Silent dance with death. Everything is lost. Torn by the arrival of Autumn. The blink of an eye, you know it's me. You keep the dagger close at hand
: Once again I've cried Unto the moon That burning flame That has guided me Through all these years The lake from which you flow With eyes of fire Once
: Ghost of Mother Lingering death Ghost on Mother's Bed Black strands on the pillow Contour of her health Twisted face upon the head Ghost of perdition
: Beating Heart still beating for the cause Feeding Soul still feeding from the loss Aching Limbs are aching from the rush Fading You are fading from
Red sun rising somewhere through the dense fog. The portrait of the jaded dawn Who had seen it all before. This day wept on my shoulders. Still the
Ghost of Mother Lingering death Ghost on Mother's Bed Black strands on the pillow Contour of her health Twisted face upon the head Ghost of perdition
Beating Heart still beating for the cause Feeding Soul still feeding from the loss Aching Limbs are aching from the rush Fading You are fading from my
Once again I've cried Unto the moon That burning flame That has guided me Through all these years The lake from which you flow With eyes of fire Once
Confessor Of the tragedies in man Lurking in the core of us all The last dying call for the everlost Brief encounters, bleeding pain Lepers coiled neath
Blank face in the windowpane Made clear in seconds of light Disappears and returns again Counting hours, searching the night Might be waiting for someone
Silent dance with death. Everything is lost. Torn by the arrival of Autumn. The blink of an eye, you know it's me. You keep the dagger close at hand.
By the turnstile beckons a damsel fair The face of Melinda neath blackened hair No joy would flicker in her eyes Brooding sadness came to a rise Words
And so you left us Jaded and gaunt, some September Wilted with the seasons But hidden inside the delusion I saw your eyes, somewhere Devoid of death
