The assembler of souls absorbs all within his reach His seemingly perpetual glance of doom Would even make the smallest of serenities breach As he rides he wind being the ghost of gloom
Running darkness all around A knife in her hand
Fall, rising, screaming the name of her beloved
So weak, and so weary Something blackening her thoughts A cloud, a force, a weight
Finding her true love lying in red Is this reality or just a vision in her head
To be the knife as well as the wound Is all that concerns her
Overwhelmed by a burden, like hordes of fear The obscurity of the vale of tears Grasping for safety, which lies all so near Incresent malice of the vale of tears
Wandering oblivious in the foggy twilight Shades of an obelisk shines so bright Incredulous thoughts, bewildering her mind Is there really a god to find
Halting through the darkest of forests The obese and extraneous at her tail This haunting, lingering to the extreme She is about to quail
Then a formless mass of black, went skyward Stars began to fade behind a veil of dark blue velvet She stopped, she listened, nothing Silence, an eternity passed
The silhouettes of something unseen, a presenceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
