Before the war, this grave darksome pall Pressed upon the face of England We were sovereign to nothing less Than the map of our souls solicitous to reign Together in a peace these wicked times disdain
Then empires saw much more to gain
The Crown discounts our loss Life cannot count the cost These numbers fount like water The dead, the dying, those on route to slaughter
Valentine sweet spine entwined I am sorry that i left you here, in time I will find, the path back from the other side So keep a candle burning In your heart that is my shrine
No Momento Mori For he passed away For faraway glory So tear the pages From this castaway story
Spilling tears Fill her lachrymatory
She seeks to pierce the veil Melancholia Speaks the fiercest tale Weeks are growing lonelier Ever stonier regailed
Love's bond responding Beyond the pale
The planchette is promissory Purveyance of this Seance In obeisance to the spirits Before their dismissory
The Crown discounts our loss Life cannot count the cost These numbers fount like water The dead, the dying, those on route to slaughter
Valentine sweet spine entwined I am sorry that i left you here, in time I will find, the path back from the other side So please accept my kisses Through the whispers of the Ouija board
I suffer alone So far from home Watching you from a distance A shadow's persistence to roam
No time to atone You flower alone Beautifully graven You cut a black raven Whose tower has flown
No Momento Mori For he passed away For faraway glory So tear the pages From this castaway story
Spilling tears Fill her lachrymatory
She seeks to pierce the veil Melancholia Speaks the fiercest tale Weeks are growing lonelier Ever stonier regailed
Love's bond responding Beyond the pale
The planchette is promissory Purveyance of this Seance In obeisance to the spirits Ghosts that haunt amiss, amie
Winter seems far colder Without you by my shoulder now this year
Faith's blinding glare advanced to frost Finds her there, entranced to cross To breach death's porous border And reach where breath affords no quarter
Helpless, I see her resolve harden
This is where it ends How the wretchedness portends The knife in her hand On the stretch to the promised land
And this is how they found my light Clutching tight that fateful telegramTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
