Peace on these shores As death knocks at my door Fallen from grace I reach out and touch your face
Morning rise a premature advent Seductive words that bolster my lament The crying shadow in the funeral dance Hellish visions of my withering prance
Bouncing beams of scattering light expand across the gruesome sky Lavishing waves of flourishing rain cure me from the unseen pain Crevices upon my skin are sealed by these solar winds Forsaken a myriad of scars envelop me until the break of dawn
She rides the wind across the sky and watches over the night She brings the sun to the earth Blossoming to constant mirth
Daughter of the moon Mother of the morning star A path made of roses she leaves behind As a cure for all mankind
Pristine clarity in the black Lost inside a reverie Thriving shadow on my back Resurgence of the tragedy
Pompous scrutiny from envious eyes Sowing seeds of treachery Vast conspiracy for my demise The messenger of sorrow will then rise
Rise Beyond the mountain tops
Daughter of the moon
The sun has fallen The fiend has awaken All is lost to darkness
Mother of the morning star A path made of roses she leaves behind As a cure for all mankindTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
