I have lost all on fields of black remorse As scarlet tears drowned thy will and thy hope Fading with the sun were thy precious dreams Yet still her sweet face was with thee as I died
She is the raven that kisses the wind And echoes the fears of man She is a vision of subtle melody Soft black lace graced her skin Pale as the ivory night moon Morose and beauty over me Consuming all...
The winds carried a mist of red death over dead crowned hills As the rain quelled the burning fields now drowned in blood The trumpets of man's war rose silently from far distant woods As a pall reflection of melancholy in the wrath of this deceit Clouds of ashen gray dew down the sorrow of their lives The end of all days is here and time must now fall away
Yet thy eyes went to her grace and drowned in her beauty I devoured her elegant warmth and caress, delicate in it's endless care Yet thy heart went with her blood that day, an eternal part her This raven took from thee thy life and gave to thee an undying lust
As the sun gently drifted beyond hills stained with red I arose to a world of scarlet hued tears frozen in filth There upon the scarred earth I gazed forever into their lifeless eyes Downcast hollowed shadows of man crying silently in repose Their lives had become one with thee and their souls I claimed I had been reborn into a darkness greater than man
The eternal scarlet sun has set beyond this land And before thee the lives of thy people have gone... (I must weave this tale of sorrow and despair This tapestry of depression is the story of thy life For sadness is the raven muse of tragedy... Sadness is the raven muse of tragic loss)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
